CATFISH BLACKMAIL
Disclaimer:
This story is a gay fantasy; no part of it is based in fact and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons. This story contains sex between teenagers with some adults thrown into the mix. If you are underage or do not want to read about such matters, you should leave this webpage at once.
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This is my very first story, tips and suggestions are greatly appreciated. I haven't written since March 2019. I would like to apologize for my absence. Hopefully, this is an enjoyable addition. I will not make you wait 9 months for the next update.
Titus V
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Chapter Two:
[Text Messages]
Jacob: I don't think I've shown you this vid!
Paul: What the hell! When did you get this?
Jacob: This afternoon. We got into a fight during P.E. so I sent him the ultimatum. He went for it!
Paul: Oh wow, I didn't know you were suddenly a fighter. I hope you gave him a shiner. Did you tell him who you are?
Jacob: No. He'd kill me, vids or not.
Paul: k, so we won't need any more vids with Jessica?
Jacob: Yeah, I think what we have on him is enough for some revenge.
Paul: Cool! Send me the password and username for the digital phone number.
Jacob: Why do you want the info?
Paul: Because this was my idea, and if I have access to the phone then both of us can keep tabs of the conversation. Plus, it's Tuesday, so he and his band of idiots will be at Shooters. I'm not in the mood to deal with his shit.
Jacob: Sent. What's next?
Paul: Let me think about it. I'm going to warm up dinner then head to bed. Talk to you in the morning.
Following a restless night, Liam looked forward to hitting the pool for his early morning practice. Hoping that some time in the water would help clear his head enough to think of a way out of his predicament. He'd been up until midnight trying to find more information on Jessica. If he could meet her face-to-face maybe she'd accept a cash payment to keep quiet. Whatever he did, he wasn't going to embarrass his mother in the middle of her gubernatorial campaign.
Completing his final warm-up lap, Liam looked up to see Meghan smiling down at him. "Morning handsome!"
"Oh, morning Meg," said Liam, as he pulled himself out of the water, following Meghan to Coach Stephens for the morning's instructions.
"I was wondering if I can bring Alison to Shooters tonight? My parents are headed to Milwaukee, so Alison might as well eat with us."
"Yeah, we really don't want to hang out with your freshman sister if all she's going to do is drool over Trent. She's obsessed with him."
"I know she's had a crush on him for years." Meghan stepped closer to Liam. "But, what if I let you come over afterward? My parents will be home super late and I woke up horny."
With a sigh, Liam gave in. Maybe some pussy would help turn this week around, even if Meghan was a terrible lay.
Swim practice did very little to clear his head. It did take his mind off of Jessica, for a little while. Even though he was still a state record holder, a leader on his team, and a massive pussy hound, Liam Mitchell wasn't feeling like himself. His confidence was shaken by the thought that he recorded himself licking his cum off of a dirty bathroom wall.
After his shower, Liam finally checked his phone and found 3 messages from Jessica.
[TEXT]
Jessica (Paul): Morning lover, I missed that hot ass of yours. I'll need a new video right now and don't forget to show off the pink hole for mama.
Jessica (Paul): You there? I don't like to wait.
Jessica (Paul): You have 15 min to respond or I'm sending the videos out.
Liam checked the time stamp, in a panic he realized that the message was sent 18 minutes ago!
[TEXT]
Liam: I'm sorry! I was at swim practice. Please don't send anything.
Jessica (Paul): There you are. You will need to send me ur schedule. I thought I lost u.
Paul was well aware of Liam's schedule, thanks to Jacob, but he enjoyed playing with the trapped athlete.
[TEXT]
Liam: I'd like to make you a deal. How about $500 for the videos and pictures?
Jessica (Paul): $500?
Liam: Yes, $500. Cash!
Jessica (Paul): Is that it?
Liam: $1000
Jessica (Paul): Don't waste my time.
Liam: $2000
Jessica (Paul): Now we are talking.
Liam was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Jessica (Paul): But since you decided to short change me, I'm going to need $3000 and some more content. I want you to keep sending me videos every day this week. If you say no to any of my requests, or fail to complete an objective, I will email the videos to all of your classmates. On Sunday, you won't hear from me again and the vids stay hidden. This is a yes or no question, say anymore and you'll be over.
Liam had to sit down. Cliff came over to the worried jock. "Liam, you alright man?"
"Yeah. Just some...campaign stuff."
"Alright. Don't stress, your mom's got this!" Cliff gave Liam a playful push before adjusting his uniform. "See you in history."
Liam turned his attention back to the text.
[Text]
Liam: Yes.
Jessica (Paul): Good boy. You have 30 minutes to send me your next video. Since you're a star athlete I think you should jerk off in your locker room. Don't forget to play with that pretty hole and tell me how much you love it.
Liam: I can't, freshmen are still showering and coach is here. Please, I can do it in the bathroom again.
Jessica (Paul): This isn't a negotiation. You now have 25 min.
Most of Liam's teammates were finished changing, preferring to head over to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast before class. Peering into the showers, Liam saw three freshmen still rinsing off. Due to space, and tradition, freshmen had to wait for the upperclassmen to shower before they could rinse off.
It was already 7:30, Liam wouldn't have time to grab his stuff and search for a secluded locker room on campus. Hoping to avoid any interruptions, the towel-clad swimmer snuck to the last row of lockers near the laundry room. The section stored the water polo team's equipment, so it would be the safest place to complete his task.
Two rows away from the swim team's lockers, Liam set his phone to record as he removed his wet shower shoes and tossed his towel onto the bench to prop up his phone. His heart was racing as he began to fondle himself less than thirty feet from his teammates. The camera angle couldn't be better as 6'1 swimmer silently spit into his hand to lube up his cock, his school's logo in the background.
The noise in the locker-room died down as most of his remaining teammates left. Liam was only semi-erect by the time he heard the last freshman turn off their showers and head to their lockers. Shawn and Henry were in a rush to change so they could get a few more minutes to cram before their first-period biology exam. Mac, forever vain, was still fixing his hair as he waited for his friends to get dressed.
Liam, also in a rush, didn't have enough time to wait for his teammates to leave before finishing the video. After two close calls, he was finally close to cumming. As his breath grew shorter, he placed his free hand to his muscular chest, rubbing his pecs as he wildly jerked his cock. He kept his eyes closed, replaying a porn-like sequence in his head.
He felt himself start to shot his third rope of cum when he heard footsteps coming towards the laundry room. The startled stud attempted to lung towards his towel but slipped on some excess water causing him to tumble into the lockers.
Henry froze at the sight of Liam Mitchell lying on his side with an erection.
"Oh my God, what are you... is that cum?"
"Ssshhh"," whispered Liam. He attempted to approach the freshman, causing Henry to recoil from his cum slick cock.
"Keep that away from me", yelled the freshman as he stepped back from the junior. "What are you doing?"
Thinking fast, Liam beginning to give an excuse about a prank video when he heard the other two freshmen come around from the other side of the lockers with piles of dirty towels in their hands.
"Why are you still naked," asked Sean. "Is that cum on the bench?
"Were you recording yourself?" Henry saw himself on the phone's screen. Reaching for it before Liam had a chance to grab the phone. And regain his modesty wrapping the town around his waist.
"Yeah it's...it's a prank" stuttered Liam.
"That's sick", said Mac.
"Sounds kind of gay, don't you think?" asked Henry, clearly skeptical of the explanation.
"Listen, let's just forget about this." The last thing Liam needed was the word to spread that he was jerking off at school.
"Come on Mitchell, you would have texted half of the school if you found one of us doing that." As one of the slowest members of the team Mac was the recipient of Liam's taunts. Always quick to put down the handsome freshman.
Liam didn't have time to negotiate, he needed to get Jessica the videos and coach was still in his office.
"If you keep this between the four of us, I'll let you have my shower spot for the next two weeks."
"That's a deal, but you get to pick up the dirty towels and you will treat us with respect." Henry wasn't afraid to negotiate.
"Alright, I'll wait for you three to shower and I'll pick up the dirty towels. Please don't tell coach I'm back here."
"Great. See you later." Henry dropped the dirty towels on the floor, followed by Sean and Mac. As the boys passed, Sean reminded Liam to clean up his mess before taking one last look at Liam's softening dick.
Liam could hear the freshman's laughter, no doubt at his expense, as they left the locker room. He was disgusted with himself for going through with Jessica's request, but he was even angrier at the prospect of those three losers telling everyone what they saw. Liam was brought back to his current predicament once he heard the ten-minute warning bell.
"Oh shit!" he whispered to himself, he forgot to play with his ass.
Liam quickly put the phone back into position. Turning away from the camera. He hiked his leg up on the bench, bending over to give the camera a clear view of his pink asshole. He needed his ass cheeks a bit before placing his finger up to the hole.
"Anyone else in here? I'm locking up!" bellowed Coach Stephens after turning off the radio in his office.
In a panic, Liam froze, too scared to even breathe, less he give up his location in that silent room. He prayed harder then he had in years for coach to leave without checking the room.
For the first time today, luck was on his side as he heard coach locking the door on his way out.
With a final glance at the clock, Liam knew he was out of time. He resumed his position, sucked on another finger before pushing it into his burning ass. He had to bite his lower lip to avoid crying out from the discomfort. With a laser-like focus on the clock, he couldn't afford to stop the assault on his ass. In and out he went, with a few breaks to add a little more spit to his finger.
Turning his head towards the camera Liam started moaning as he proclaimed his love for fingers up his ass and calling out Jessica's name. Flush red with embarrassment, he sent the video to Jessica giving him just enough time to make it to first period before the final bell.
The school day was rather uneventful, until lunch when Jacob did direct Liam to start sending "daily hole check" videos following the jock's wisecracks about his aunt, the lunch lady.
Following the death of Jacob's parents, his aunt and her boyfriend were desperate for additional income to support the child. Jacob's father was the sole breadwinner, working contract construction jobs. Times were tough before he and his wife died in an automobile accident. At the time of death, Jacob's father failed to maintain a life insurance or car insurance policy, leaving his sister with no money and another mouth to feed.
Jacob's aunt quickly accepted the lunch service position, alternating between the boys' and girls' campuses. An academic scholarship, coupled with his Aunt's staff discount, made it possible for Jacob to attend such an expensive prep school. Most of his peers didn't care about his aunt's job; she was kind and gave generous portions. Of course, there were a select few, like Liam, that continually made it a point to remind Jacob that he simply did not belong.
Eager to let off some steam following an embarrassing morning fingering himself and getting caught jerking off by a freshman, Liam felt emboldened to pick on Jacob. He and his friends threw balled up trash from their lunch his way and laughed at little jokes as they glanced his way. Though it could be worse, Liam was prone to tripping Jacob or shoving him into the trashcans when he was depositing his lunch, much to the amusement of the other kids in the cafeteria. Today, Jacob decided to get a little revenge of his own.
After another round of cliché taunts, Liam's laughter was cut short when he saw a text from Jessica. He quickly excused himself from his clique's table and darted towards the restroom. For the second time that day, the exasperated jock found himself showing off his asshole, a part of his body he never wanted to think about, none the less, show off for a woman.
"This is Liam Mitchelle from Wisconsin. I love having big things in my tight hole." the monotone recitation of his script and angry expression were a dead giveaway of his discomfort. Yet the view of the ripped swimmer bending over to show off his pink hole, made up for the weak acting.
[Text]
Liam: Please promise me this will be over at the end of the week! I don't think I can keep doing those videos.
Jessica (Jacob): I'll keep up my end of the bargain if you keep yours.
Back in the cafeteria, Liam was perplexed by the bold glances he received from Jacob. What the fuck was that loser looking at him for?
[Text]
Paul: Wow, having fun there buddy? I thought it was my turn to play. I like the "hole checks", btw! We will need to keep up with his dirty talk.
Jacob: Yeah, I couldn't help it. He was making fun of my aunt again. Plus, that locker room vid was amazing. He got caught!
Paul: Really? I need to check it out after school. Us public school kids have to keep our phones in our locker. I like this dominant side of u. Glad ur standing up for yourself, even if it's through Jessica, lol!
Jacob: Um...thanks?! LOL
Later that evening, Paul pulled into Shooter's parking lot. He was seven minutes late due to basketball practice, but the owner was a family friend that let it slide.
Paul didn't even get a chance to put on his Shooter's Pizza polo before he drew the attention of Liam, Trent, and DeShawn enjoying their weekly dinner. Meghan and her sister, Alison, were allowed to tag along.
"Hey Paul, get us a refill man. I'm parched," yelled Trent from across the room. "We've gotta keep my boy DeShawn hydrated before he demolishes you at tomorrow's game."
DeShawn and Paul were familiar with each other, as former teammates on the city's club basketball teams. But on Friday, Brenton-Academy was set to play the town's public school, Oak Hill High. Despite the recruitment efforts of Brenton-Academy, Oak Hill was set to have one of its strongest seasons. Paul was more than ready to stick it to his preppy rivals.
"Sorry, I don't do grunt work for Brenton douches," retorted Paul. "We have free refills, so why don't you walk your lazy ass over to the soda machine and do it yourself, like everyone else in here." Paul gestured towards a kid, currently overfilling his cup, at the soda dispenser.
Liam, "Your boss know you talk like that? You know...it seems like you have a problem with professionalism. Maybe it's genetic, is you're mom also a fuck up or is that only from your dad's side of the family?"
"Come on man, leave him alone", whispered DeShawn.
Paul stepped towards the table, "Speaking of mommies, little Liam, do you want to run to her for help again or do you only feel like a tough guy when your boys are backing you?" Liam stood up ready for a fight. Trent, always willing to back his friend followed suit.
To avoid another argument, Meghan, Alison, and DeShawn tried defusing the situation by changing the topic to Zach Roads' bonfire on Friday night.
"Paul, a few guys from Oak Hill are going. You should stop by. It'll be a no drama gathering", said DeShawn as he shot Liam a hard glance.
"I'll let you know." Paul stepped away. He couldn't afford to lose his job with a fight in Shooters. As he walked away he heard Trent get in one more quip.
"I don't know why you would invite him. He's lame and only hangs with that fag Jacob. No offense DeShawn."
Paul was returning to the store following his first pizza delivery of the day. While waiting at a stoplight he glanced over at Sports and Stuff. Rolling his eyes at the shirtless image of Liam plastered on the front of the store. No wonder the guy is full of himself, thought Paul, he's idolized everywhere. The honk of an impatient driver brought him out of his trance. He sped off back to the restaurant with a smile on his face.
Liam's was halfway through his third slice of pizza, while mindlessly scrolling through his phone, barely listening to Meghan droned on about her family's trip to Los Angeles. When he spotted a message from Jessica, Liam quickly excused himself from the booth, dashing off to the bathroom.
[Text]
Jessica (Paul): Hey lover, what ya doing?
Liam: Just finished eating.
Jessica (Paul): Oh? What's for dinner?
Liam: I had pizza.
Jessica (Paul): That won't do. Can't have my stud getting fat on me. I like seeing those sexy abs when you take off ur shirt.
Liam: I burn a lot of calories swimming. May I go? I'm with my family.
Jessica (Paul): Oh, Liam. I don't give a shit about who u're with, when I'm speaking to you I am all that should matter. Just tell ur mother that u're about to meet one of ur sluts. bc I need you for a little shopping adventure at Sports and Stuff!
A minute later, Liam was rushing out the door to his Jeep. He had to make up an excuse too Meghan for canceling on their post-dinner plans.
By the time Liam arrived at the store, his next instructions were waiting on his phone. He sifted through his gym bag for his AppleWatch then exited the Jeep. A female's request for a shirtless picture typically wouldn't have fazed the swimmer. But, standing outside of a sports store shirtless to take a selfie, was, well a little low class. He shifted from one foot to the other as a series of cars passed by the shop.
Inside the store, Clayton was finding it hard to concentrate on his final customer since this random hunk started pacing outside of the window. Seconds later he'd even taken off his shirt, causing a car full of teenage girls to hoot and honk as they passed the store.
"Do you have these in burgundy?" asked the mother of the girl purchasing soccer cleats. Bringing Clayton out of his trance. He refocused his attention to the mother's search for socks to match her daughter's new soccer cleats.
Clayton sighed as he heard the front door chime go off. He realized that he might not be able to leave 20 minutes early, as expected. The 6'2 swimmer was blushing as he asked Clayton if they had any colorful speedos.
"Can you be more specific?" asked Clayton.
"Um, anything but black or navy blue. I'm trying to switch things up."
"Ok, do you know your size?"
"Well no...I mean yes! I shop here all the time."
"Ok, well the most festive, beach speedos, are against the wall. Let me know if you need anything else." Clayton returned his attention to the mother watching her daughter try on the third pair of cleats. Clayton smirked as he caught the teenage girl stealing glances at the swimmer.
Liam grabbed a handful of speedos, waiting impatiently for Clayton to unlock one of the fitting rooms. The clerk was about to remind him that for sanitation reasons customers were not allowed to try on speedos. Before he could get a word in, Mr. Hensley, the owner, strolled in with a couple of boxes of merchandise. Mr. Hensley spotted Liam and started some small talk about his swim season, his mother's political campaign, and wondering when he could get him in for another photoshoot. Clayton finally realized where he'd seen the guys face before as he looked at the advertisement in the front of the store window.
The owner noticed the handful of items in the boy's arms, "Ah, you are trying on some more fun speedos this time! Clayton, please let him into one of the rooms. I will be in the back doing an inventory count. Liam, let me know if you find a date for that photoshoot. It's been over a year and my advertisements need to be updated."
Once in the fitting room, Liam was tasked with once again finding the perfect camera angle for his Skype session with Jessica, though her camera and microphone were disabled. If Liam had been paying attention, he might have noticed that three individuals were on the video chat. Jacob was watching form his room ready to recording everything. Paul was watching form his cell phone mounted on his dashboard. His trucks tented windows saved him from the prying eyes of his fellow drivers.
Before dashing off back to the restaurant for another few pizza orders, he shot off a couple more instructions to Liam.
Liam read the newest message. Seductively stripping out of his clothes as instructed. Even in his humiliation, he couldn't help cracking a small smile at the reflection of his ripped abs, chiseled legs, cute butt, and effortlessly gorgeous face. He eyed the flamboyant, baby blue and white tie-dye speedo, wondering who in town would have ever bought these. He slipped on the snug speedo before checking his Apple Watch for the next instructions.
[TEXT]
Jessica (Paul): I think you need a second opinion. Ask a salesperson for help. Make sure you show them both pairs, don't close the door.
Clayton nearly fell over when the swimmer stepped out of the fitting room in only a speedo. Thankfully the mother and daughter were already driving away, with a new pair of cleats in the backseat.
Liam stood outside of the fitting room with his hands on his hips, waiting for Clayton's response.
"Um, the ah, color soots you", stammered the teenage clerk. Perhaps sticking around till the end of his shift will be worth his time. Soon after, he was greeted with the swimmer's sexy backside as he went back into the room to try on a second pair. Instead of closing the door, Liam looked at the message on his Apple Watch before pulling off the speedo.
Clayton attempted to divert his eyes, but he caught a peek of Liam's cock in the mirror on the fitting room door. Then he witnesses Liam's magnificent ass as he pulled on an orange speedo. Liam came out of the room blushing. He put his arms up as he gave Clayton a 360 view of his incredible body.
"Is he hitting on me?" thought Clayton. This was rather odd behavior from a seemingly straight guy. His constant glances at his Apple Watch made Clayton wonder if this was some sort of prank.
"Do you have anything brighter, I want to stand out when I hit the pool." The request was rather forced; except for Liam's killer smile at the end. But Clayton didn't mind, as long as this guy was willing to strut around in a speedo, he was happy to help.
"Be right back!"
Passing Liam a neon green speedo, Clayton was unaware of the panicked look on the jock's face as he read his next instructions.
[TEXT]
Jessica (Paul): Start jerking off a bit, you're not quite filling out the look.
Paul was running late for another pizza delivery as he sat on the side of the road transfixed by the view. He was getting a thrill out of the pleading look Liam gave the camera. The swimmer finally accepted his fate, following another warning text from Jessica.
Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that Clayton had run to the register to answer a phone call. Giving his dick a couple of tugs, his dick started to chub.
Jessica (Paul): It better be somewhat hard before you give the clerk his next show.
This time, when the jock emerged from the fitting room, the neon speedo showed a considerable bulge, revealing the top of his pubes. Clayton's dropped the white briefs in his hand out of shock. Quickly bending down to retrieve the garment, his hand accidentally brushed up against Liam's bulge.
"Watch it!"
"So, sorry. It was an accident," Clayton regaining his composure and professionalism, "You really shouldn't be walking around with a hard-on anyway."
'Well, I have a, um, hot date tonight. With a girl." He made sure to emphasize that last part, much to Clayton's dismay.
"And all along I thought you were trying to get a discount or something."
"Don't kid yourself, my fucking family could buy this store if we wanted, I don't need to show off my cock to little fa..." Liam caught himself as he remembered the camera behind him.
"I don't care what you're doing. You need to leave, now!"
Clayton started grabbing all of the discarded speedos in the fitting room when he noticed the phone.
"So what's this? Are you recording me now? Trying to get a rise out of me or get me fired?"
Liam was panicking, "No no, it's not like that. Please, I really need a speedo from here. I want to do better, I mean I want to be better, at this gay stuff. You know being cool with gay people"
"This, gay, stuff? Get the hell out of here!" Clayton tossed him his phone. "I'll wait for you to give me that last pair back. "
[TEXT]
Jessica (Paul): You heard the man, give him his speedo. DONT CLOSE THE DOOR. If you don't purchase the last pair your videos go out.
Out of options, Liam walked out of the fitting room to a piercing glare from Clayton, that turned to interests as Liam hooked his thumbs into the trunks, turned around and took off the speedo. The view of the magnificent ass made Clayton instantly hard.
Covering his flaccid cock and balls Liam turned back around with a final plea to try on the last speedo.
The nude hunk melted Clayton's heart and caused an erection. "Ok, but be quick I want to head home and Mr. Hensley may come up here any minute."
"Can I put up my camera? My girlfriend likes to watch."
Liam's watch lit up with another text.
"Would, would you be able to hold it for me?" Liam blushed an even deeper shade of red.
Clayton couldn't believe his luck. He started shivering when his fingers brushed against Liam's as he took the phone. He handed him a hot pink pair. Forcing the jock to remove his hand covering his crotch as he attempted to pull up the speedo. Clayton intentionally grabbed a size too small. Liam decided against requesting a new size, opting to force the small fabric up his toned legs. It barely covered the top of his ass and hung low on the front.
"So is your girlfriend the one that's been texting you? I see them showing up on your watch."
Liam finished adjusting the tight speedo before turning to answer, "yeah, she likes to give me pointers." Liam wasn't sure what he was allowed to disclose, but he needed to complete the task and avoid the embarrassment of the videos getting out.
"What is she saying now?" asked the clerk.
In the saddest voice, Liam informed Clayton that he was directed to get himself somewhat hard again and allow Clayton to watch. Sticking his hand back into the speedo he started playing with himself. Keeping his eyes on the ground.
"You tell anyone about this and I'll kill you."
"Sure thing man, this stays between us." Clayton found his breathing a little harder. The excitement of the moment was almost more then his teenage brain could take. Liam, on the other hand, found it nearly impossible to get hard with a fag recording him.
Looking back at his watch he shot the angriest look at the camera. "No fucking way am I letting another guy touch my dick!"
"What?" said Clayton out of the loop.
"She said I'm not getting it up fast enough and that I should ask you for help!"
"Maybe you should just go home, you don't seem into these games."
"No", said Liam. "I really can do it, but I don't want a dude to touch me."
Clayton had an idea, "I don't know why you need to do this but I know what might help." Running to the cash registered in search of something. Finally, opening a drawer he found the desired item.
"Here'" he said handing Liam a rubber band, "put this around your cock and balls. It'll make them bigger. Like a cock ring!"
"A fucking cock what?" Whatever it was, Jessica ordered him to follow through on Clayton's suggestion. Realizing that his desire for modesty had passed, Liam slowly pulled down the tight speedo to mid-thigh as he attempted to get the rubber band around his cock and balls.
"You still need to get it hard then add the rubber band to keep the blood in there. Mr. Hensley will be done with the inventory check soon so you'll have to hurry."
Since Clayton already got to see his penis, Liam started jerking off in front of him to get it hard. A wet spot started to form in Clayton's pants as he watched Liam licked his hand and rubbing the head of his cock. It took all his will power to sit and watch the junk play with his cock. It took Liam about two minutes but he was able to get himself somewhat hard before applying the makeshift cock ring.
Liam couldn't believe Jessica's next request as he asked Clayton to take a couple of pictures of him for his girlfriend.
"Sure. I'll have to close the Skype session on your phone."
"Um, I can't she wants me to keep the video feed." Sighing, "Can you use your phone? Then send me the pictures?"
Liam had to remember that Jessica had videos of him fingering his ass and eating his cum. Unless he wanted to be labeled a freak by everyone he knew, he would have to go through with this. He prayed that Clayton would be willing to delete the photos or he might have to steal his phone.
Liam went through several poses, with hard cock and forced smile in each frame. This included Jessica's most embarrassing request as he laid down on the fitting room floor, bringing his knees to his chest to show off his hole. Clayton nearly dropped the phones, he was shaking with so much excitement. He wanted nothing more than to take off his pants cum all over Liam's hole.
"Do you need to cum?" asked Clayton.
"No, she said that's all we need. Um, thanks." Liam covered his crotch, regaining his modesty, before exchanging phone numbers with Clayton. After sending the lewd pictures to Jessica, Liam pulled on the rest of his clothes. When he arrived at the cash register Mr. Hensley came out, surprised to still see Liam in the store. The swimmer quickly completed his purchase. Before leaving, Liam pulled Clayton aside to ask if he would mind deleting the pictures. Clayton was happy to oblige under Liam's watchful eye.
Liam was on his way home before taking a u-turn toward's Meghan's house. He needed to blow off some steam, maybe sex would help. He could kill Jessica for putting him into that situation. Before Liam arrived at Meghan's he had another text message, this time from Clayton.
[TEXT]
Clayton: Sorry man, we forgot to delete the pictures from the text stream. I promise not to show these to anyone if you stop calling people fags.
Liam cursed himself for not thinking about the pictures under the text chat.
[TEXT]
Clayton: Also, I'm a member of Oak Hill High School's Gay-Straight Alliance club. We have a carwash this Saturday, hot pink just happens to be one of our colors! If you are serious about being more comfortable with the LGBTQ community you should stop by.
Liam: Sorry, I'm not gonna be able to make it. Please delete those pictures.
Clayton: Let's make a deal. 2 hours of your time at our carwash and I'll get rid of them. I was joking about the speedo, you can wear whatever you want. I want you to feel comfortable. Oh and bring your girlfriend or anyone else from Brenton Academy!
Liam, not seeing another option and wanting to avoid more blackmail agreed to the terms.
As he turned into Meghan's driveway he received another text, this time from Jessica.
[TEXT]
Jessica (Paul): Hey baby, you're not done shopping yet...
Liam punched his steering wheel in frustration. This had turned into the worst day of his life. As he headed to the grocery store he wondered how much more of this he could take and why he would need a cucumber?
End of Chapter 2.