Miles to Go Chapter 3
by Aldric

Copyright 2006 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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Chapter 3

Brian continued down the sidewalk as if he hadn't heard, but he pulled the note out and was reading it as they walked. "Here it is" he said. Reading from the note, he asked "Where have you seen people naked outside of their homes?"

Miles thought for a few seconds and said "I don't know, I've never seen people naked outside the house. Maybe the YMCA—they used to allow kids to swim naked if they wanted, maybe they still do. But that's all the way across town."

"Yeah, we'll save that idea in case we don't think of any others" Brian said.

"Brian, you mean you're going to make me be naked in public?" I'll get in trouble."

"Not if it's a place where it's okay" Brian said. "The Y would be perfect if it was Wednesday. Hey, I know a place!" Instead of heading towards the park Brian turned the other direction, towards the city leaving Miles to wonder why the Y would only be perfect on Wednesdays.

Miles had no idea what idea Brian had in mind but he knew he wasn't going to like it. They walked for several blocks and Miles was glad there wasn't any breeze today. In fact, it was hot and sticky as they turned down the pedestrian mall in the center of town.

"There" Brian said, pointing at a fountain and pond. Benches surrounded the area and mothers watched as kids played in the fountains and spray. Miles noticed that a many of the kids were naked, something he had never noticed before. Others, generally the older ones, were wearing bathing suits or shorts.

"Brian, those kids are like four years old. I'm twelve—I can't go in there naked, someone will call the cops."

"Naw, I don't think so, and if they do just act like you're retarded or something. Just spend ten minutes here and then we can move on."

Miles stood there waiting for Brian to say he was kidding.

"If you don't, I'll leave. And I guess that means something bad happens to you. This will be cool; I'd join you if I didn't need to take pictures."

"You would play here naked? With all these people around?" Miles asked in doubt.

"Well, maybe not naked. But I'd go in just my boxers. My mom used to bring me here when I was a little kid and I loved it."

"But Brian, I'm not a little kid. They'll call the cops on me." Miles was scared, but he could see that Brian was not going to back down.

"Give me the shirt and go play for fifteen minutes or I'm leaving."

"But you said ten minutes just a second ago" Miles pleaded.

"That was before you argued."

Miles had to decide once again which was worse, a beating (or several beatings) or public humiliation. Then he remembered that Cathy still had all the pictures from yesterday and only promised him she would give them back after he had completed his time. Looking around to see if anyone was watching, Miles quickly pulled off the shirt and handed it to Brian.

"Please don't make it minute longer. And when the cops come, think up a story for them" he said as he moved to the fountain.

Once there, the kids, especially the six and seven year old group immediately started laughing at him. Miles looked out to the benches and saw the mothers looking at him. A few of them reached for a cell phone, but to his surprise instead of calling the cops they were holding them up. Then he realized they had camera phones and they were taking pictures of him.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse he spotted three kids, two girls and a boy he had seen at school. He tried to duck down and stay behind the other kids but they all thought it was a game and the yells attracted the attention of the three kids.

They paused at first, and then one of the girls pointed in his direction and all three of them came closer. Once they reached the edge he could see they had recognized him. He tried to keep his back to them but then one of them saw Brian taking pictures and the boy took the camera from him and moved up to the fountain.

Before he could react the mothers closed in, yelling at all three kids to move along. They didn't sit back down until the three kids were gone. Miles was shocked beyond belief that he could stand naked in a fountain downtown and not get in trouble; moreover, that the mothers he thought would call the cops instead protected him.

Finally Brian waved him over and Miles nearly fell getting out of the fountain. He pulled the shirt on and was glad that Brian was smart enough to bring something that didn't need to be buttoned.

"See, I told you it would be okay. Nobody cared but you. I'll bet it was kind of embarrassing when those three kids showed up—did they know you?"

"Yeah, they go to my school" Miles said.

"Well, there could be a problem there because they got at least one picture" Brian said. "But I think of just your bum, so that's not so bad."

"Not so bad! Brian, kids from my school saw me playing naked in a fountain in the middle of town. How can that be not so bad?"

"Well, you didn't get arrested or anything. Did you notice there were four or five girls my age staring at you the whole time?"

"There weren't any kids your age in the fountain" Miles said.

"Not in the fountain, over there" Brian pointed. And sure enough, there were half a dozen nine to eleven year old girls off to one side where Miles hadn't noticed. They were still staring at him as they left the mall area.

"I think they liked your boner."

"I didn't have a boner" Miles said. 'You're just trying to make me feel worse." But Brian held up three pictures from the side that clearly showed Miles' dick sticking straight up from his groin. Miles hadn't even been aware he was hard. "Oh my god, I'm dead. Did the kids from my school see that?"

"Yep, that's about the time you got hard" Brian said smiling. "Come on; I have another idea" he said, leading the way.

Brian knew where he was headed and only made one wrong turn to get there. He brought Miles into an arcade and pulled out his wallet. "I've only got a few dollars so we won't be here long." He directed Miles to the back of the arcade where a booth with curtains on both sides was. "Go ahead, get on inside" he said to Miles.

It was an old photography booth, intended for taking portraits. "I'm going to play a few games, and when I come back I expect to see some prints of you playing with yourself. You'll have to kneel on the seat so the camera sees it" he said. "Oh, and give me the shirt."

Knowing Brian wouldn't back down, Miles pulled the shirt off and gave it to him. He could hear Brian drop a coin in the slot outside the curtain. 'I gave it enough for four pictures. You press this button here when you're ready" Brian said, reaching in to show him the button. "I get what I want on the pictures or you don't get the shirt back. I'll be back soon."

Miles could hear the noise from several nearby video games and kids who were walking past the booth. Sitting there completely naked, Miles wondered how often the booth got used. He decided he may as well get started, and the first thing to do was see exactly where the camera was aimed. He marked the position of his head and pressed the button.

A flash went off, momentarily blinding him. He could hear noises from the front of the booth. After about a minute a small picture dropped out into a slot next to the button. It showed the camera was centered about even with the top of his head and pointed slightly down. It took a picture down to the middle of his chest. He began to rub his dick to get it hard and then got into position.

He took the next three pictures in rapid succession and then sat down and waited for them to drop out into the tray. The first one clearly showed that he had a boner and some hair but not much else. A minute later the second picture dropped down. He must have slid down some because this one showed the lower part of his face and his hand on his dick.

He was waiting for the last picture to drop when the curtain opened. Expecting it to be Brian he started to say it would be just a minute but the kid at the side was not Brian; it was a boy about eight or nine years old.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here" the boy started to say before realizing that Miles was completely naked. "What are you doing? Where's your clothes?"

The noise of the machine dropping a picture distracted him and before Miles could stop him he grabbed the picture from the slot. "Wow!" he said as he looked at the picture. Then he backed out from the booth and was gone. There was nothing Miles could do but wait from Brian to return. And hope that Brian would return soon for it was very likely the boy was not alone and had run off to show the picture to his friends.

The curtains parted on both sides at once and Miles knew it wasn't Brian. To his left was the kid who had been there a second ago and another boy no more than seven years old. To the right was a boy around the same age as Miles.

"See, I told you he was in here naked" the first boy said.

"Look, I lost a bet and I had to take some pictures of me like this" Miles said.

The older boy noticed that Miles had three more pictures in his hand and reached out to grab them, but Miles hung on tightly to them. Until the boy used his other hand to grab Miles by his sack. "Give them up or I'll squeeze" the boy said. Miles released the three pictures. The boy looked at them and dropped the one that just showed his face.

"Hey, I've got a good idea" the older boy said. "Robby, you get in there with him." The older boy lowered the curtain on his side and a few seconds later Miles could hear coins being dropped into the machine. The older boy reappeared on the left side.

"Kneel on the seat and pull your pants down" he said to Robby, who looked unsure. "Trust me; it'll be fine" the boy said. When Robby was in position the older boy said to Miles "now you suck on it."

"If I do it can I have the pictures back that you took?"

"Forget about the pictures, you're never going to see them again. But if you don't do it I'll haul your naked ass out of there and toss you out the front door."

Fearing the boy was telling the truth Miles turned to the side and put Robby's dick in his mouth. The boy's dick was hard, but only two inches long. As soon as he started sucking he saw the older boy reach in and press the button.

"Troy, you and Robby switch places now" the boy said and Robby went of on the right side while the boy who had first found Miles got in on the left. Once again the flash went off as soon as Miles began sucking on Troy's dick.

"Okay Robby, climb back in" the older boy directed. "You stay there Troy—this time I want you both to stick your dicks in his ears. And I want you" he said, pointed to Miles, "to smile like this is the best thing that's every happened to you."

Miles forced a smile while the two younger boys maneuvered themselves until they could carry out the older boy's directions. With a dick poking him in each ear and a smile on his face the flash went off twice more.

"That was cool" Robby said as he zipped his pants back up. They waited until the pictures dropped into the slot and then the three of them were gone. A few seconds later Brian poked his head in the curtain.

"Got the pictures I asked for?" he asked.

"Some kids were here and took them! Miles said. "And they made me do stuff too!"

"What kind of stuff?"

""Uh, just stuff. Forget it, okay? I had the pictures but they took them."

"I want you to tell me what you did with them in here" Brian insisted.

His face flushed, but he summoned up the courage to tell Brian what had happened. "Then I want one good picture of you doing that to me, and one good picture of you beating off" Brian said. Before Miles could say anything he left, but Miles heard coins being dropped into the machine again.

Brian climbed in next to Miles. "Which one do you want to do first?"

"Come on Brian, I'm not sucking your dick."

"Do you want your shirt back? Or should I just go home and tell your friends you wouldn't cooperate?"

"Come on Brian, not that. It was bad enough doing it with total strangers, but we're friends."

Without a word, Brian slid off the seat and left the booth. "Shit" Miles said. He cautiously slid over and pulled the curtain back. "Come on back Brian" he said. "I'm sorry, I'll do it your way." But Brian reached behind his back and held up his middle finger while still walking away.

"Shit, what the hell am I going to do now" Miles said to himself. He tried to think of any way out of this mess but short of running home four miles naked nothing came to mind.

The curtain slid back and Brian climbed in. "Scared you, didn't I?" he said. "But you do what I want or I really will leave."

"Kneel up here next to me" Miles said as he got into position. "Pull your dick out and let's get this over with."

"You pull it out for me" Brian said. "And don't drag it over the zipper, lift it out carefully."

Miles found it disgusting but did as Brian asked. As soon as they were in position Miles began sucking on it even though it wasn't hard. He stopped after a few seconds. "Aren't you going to take the picture?"

"Not until you get it hard first. And get your own dick hard too."

Feeling close to tears, Miles went to work on Brian's dick, slowly getting it hard. At the same time he was rubbing his own dick, bring that to life as well. Finally Brian reached down and pressed the button.

"Now get one of you beating off and we can get out here" Brian said, replacing his dick inside his underpants and pulling up his zipper. He leaned back out of the way while Miles got up to where the camera would capture him. Brian pressed the button three times.

"Hey, where's my shirt" Miles said after the pictures dropped into the slot and Brian had pocketed them.

"It's on top of the booth" Brian said grinning. "I should make you get it yourself."

"Please Brian, not that" Miles begged. This time a tear did escape, rolling down his cheek.

"Man, I should get a picture of you crying" Brian said. "Maybe later." He got out and handed the long shirt in a second later. As soon as he was dressed Miles got out and looked around. The three boys who had seen him were gone.

"Come on; let's get moving. I might have ended this here if you hadn't argued with me but now we're going to go do something else I thought of" Brian said, leading the way out of the arcade.

He took them to a novelty shop a few blocks down the street. "How do you know where these places are? Miles asked him.

"I don't know, I guess I come here a lot with my mom. Come on, what I want is down here." Brian lead them down the narrow aisles until he came to the back of the store. "Here they are" he said as he eyed the boxes on one side.

Miles saw that they were looking at costumes. "Why are these out? Halloween's been over for months."

"Costumes are for more than Halloween" Brian answered. He grabbed a box and pulled Miles along by his shirt. Miles had no choice but to follow unless he wanted everyone in the store to see he had nothing on under the shirt.

When they got up to the front of the store a girl behind the cash register recognized Brian. He asked her to put the box he held on his account and the girl never even questioned him. Miles began to realize he really didn't know very much about the kid who lived next door to him.

With the box in a bag they went back out to the street with Brian still leading.

"You going to tell me what's in the box?" Miles asked.

"You'll see in a few minutes" was all that Brian would say. He took them to the YMCA and went straight to the locker room where he opened the box. "Here, put this on" he said, handing a tan-colored object to Miles.

Miles unfolded it and saw it was a loin cloth with a pouch sewed in the front. As soon as Brian saw the pouch he took it back and began working the stitching loose with his teeth until he was able to separate the pouch from the belt. He handed it back to Miles who put it on, seeing that it consisted of a leather belt with a flap in the front and another in the back sewed to it. The flaps had something heavy sewed into the bottom to help hold them down.

"Did you ever see the movie "Jungle-to-Jungle" where the kid walks thorough New York wearing nothing but one of these? That's what you're going to do, except you're just going to wear it home and not in New York City. What do you think, pretty cool, huh?"

"Un, yeah Brian, pretty cool I guess" Miles said.

"Of course, I'll need the shirt first. Natives don't wear shirts, not even in town."

"Couldn't you of at least left the pouch in?" Miles asked as he pulled off the shirt.

"Naw, this way if you get a boner everyone is going to know. I read somewhere that the kid in the movie screwed up his lines once and the director made him do some parts of the movie without a pouch too. Come on, it's getting late; let's head for home."

But instead of going right back outside he went down a hallway and over to a bank of lockers. He spun the dial on one and opened it. Inside was a towel and bathing suit. Brian added the box and the shirt to the contents of the locker and closed the door.

"You come here a lot, don't you?"

"It's the best place to swim. They have clothing optional days sometimes here. I used to swim naked when I was a little kid, but not anymore. Too many girls come to watch. It would have been fun to make you swim here naked if this was a clothing optional day. Too bad it wasn't."

Just the thought of swimming naked in front of girls caused Miles' dick to begin to harden and the cloth flap rose noticeably.

"I told you if you got a boner everyone would know" Brian said as they exited the building. "Hey, let me take a picture." He took a couple of quick shots from the side and waited for them to develop before laughing and dropping them into his shirt pocket. "You'd better not bone up all the way" he said as they turned and headed back in the direction of home.

People stared as they passed and Miles did all he could to ignore them. Brian took three more pictures as people passed by staring. Miles was able to keep from getting hard and it looked like they might make it out of the city until they heard someone behind them yell "Hey! You two; hold it right there!"

They turned and saw a police officer coming towards them.

"What should we tell him?" Miles asked.

"Tell him whatever you want"

"How about I tell him you made me do all this stuff?"

"Go ahead. I'll tell him you're lying and you wanted to do it and you wanted me to come along and take pictures of it. He'll see that you're two years older than me and wonder how I made you do it. Who do you think he'll believe?"

By then the policeman had reached them. "You're bordering on indecent exposure here so why don't you explain what's going on?"

Realizing that if Brian said what he said he would say the cop would believe it, so he went for a different tactic. "I made sure nothing was showing. I just wanted to see how it felt to be like that kid in the movie. You know, "Jungle- to-Jungle." I guess it wasn't such a good idea."

"No; it sure wasn't. I could take you in if I wanted. Now that you know, why don't you go back home and get dressed and don't let me catch you out here like that again."

"Yes sir, I sure will. Thank you sir for not arresting me." They turned and started to walk away but the cop called them back.

"Just out of curiosity, how did it feel?"

"It was really embarrassing at first, but then not so bad. Not that I'd want to do it again."

"Well, see that you don't. A lot of bad things could happen to someone dressed like you are. Go on and get home and get dressed."

"Yes sir, we're on our way" Miles said, eager to get away from the cop. He don't know what he would say to his parents if they found out he went out in public like this. Especially if the cop told them he wanted to go out like that just to see how it feels. Miles was pretty sure his father wouldn't approve.

They got within a few blocks of home without further incident and Miles began to think it was nearly over when two little boys, no more than six or seven years old, ran up behind them and raised the flaps on the loin cloth. Miles push their hands away but they ran around behind him and did it again. Miles knew their laughter was likely to bring an even bigger audience.

"Go away!" he yelled at them, but Brian stepped in front of him.

"I'll take care of his" Brian said. "If you guys want I'll take a picture of you holding the front flap up, but then I want you to leave him alone, okay?"

"But he won't let us hold it up long enough to take a picture" one of the boys said.

"Sure he will; you just need to ask him first. Go head and ask him and you'll see."

"Can we hold this up for him to take a picture of you?" the boy asked Miles.

Miles knew there could only be one answer. He looked around to see if anyone else was watching. "Yes, it's okay. But remember that you promised to leave me alone after he takes the picture."

The boys immediately pulled up the flap and Brian walked back a few steps. "You boys stand to each side and use one hand to hold it up. And Miles—put your hands on their shoulders."

The boys and Miles did as Brian said and after a few seconds he took the picture. "Can we have it?" the boys asked, and for a moment Miles thought Brian might give it to them. But he told them he needed it and he and Miles headed home.

They went to Brian's house and Miles was thankful to get his clothes back and get dressed again. Brian was putting his initials on the back of the pictures he had taken. After that he pulled out the pictures from the photo booth at the arcade and initialed the one that showed Miles beating off but he put the one that showed Miles sucking his dick off to the side. There were twenty three pictures in the big stack including the one from the booth.

"I get to pick my favorite ones and you have to take them to the person who owns the camera" he said to Miles. "And you have to pick the three you hate the most."

"Do you know why?"

"Nope, it just says that in the note" Brian answered. "And I get to choose my favorite one. See this one here" Brian asked, pointing to the one from the booth he had set aside. "I'm thinking of making that one my favorite."

Miles made a face but then remembered that Brian hadn't initialed the back. "Is there anyway I could get you to not include it?"

"I was hoping you'd ask. I could keep it here if you promise to do it again now that I don't have to worry about someone walking in."

"And then you'd use it to blackmail me forever" Miles said. "Besides, you're only ten. It's not like when you get into adolescence."

"I may be two years younger than you but I know how to beat off and how it makes me feel. I'll start to shoot in a year or so but it still feels real good to do it. I want to see how it feels to have you suck me until I spaz."

"But that still leaves you with the picture and you can threaten to show it to anyone."

"If I send it with you do you think their going to give it back? But how about this—you do it whenever I ask and each time you do it I'll cut off part of the picture and give it to you."

"How much will you cut off? This could still go on for years. That picture is two inches by two inches—how about you cut off one square inch each time. That's four times."

"Naw, it would be mostly gone by the second time. How about an eighth of an inch from one side each time?"

"A quarter inch each time" Miles countered.

"Deal!" Brian said. Let's do it right after you pick the ones you hate and I pick my favorite."

Miles looked through the stack of pictures. He saw the one that clearly showed him with a boner in the fountain and two little kids staring at it. Then the one with the two little boys holding up his loin cloth and him with his arms on their shoulders. Finally he chose the one of him beating off in the photo booth. He handed the three to Brian.

"Put your initials on the back next to mine" Brian said, handing them back. Brian picked one that showed the three kids from the same school as Miles laughing at him in the fountain and put the number 1 on the back. He took the three that Miles initialed and looked though them all again. "I guess you can take them all, it doesn't matter to me" he said, handing the pictures to Miles.

"Now, let's go for losing one edge on that picture there" he said as he sat back on his bed. "You can do all the work; I'm just going to lay here."

Miles unsnapped Brian's jeans and lifted him to pull his pants and briefs down. Brian's pecker was about two inches long and soft. As he leaned over to get started, Miles was surprised to notice that Brian actually had a few brown hairs just above this shaft and a few more on his balls. He put Brian's dick in his mouth and began sucking on it.

"Slid it in and out and use your tongue a little too, especially right around the piss hole" Brian said. Miles started to comply but Brian suddenly said "No teeth, keep your teeth back." Miles tried again but Brian stopped him and sat up.

"Hold your finger out" he said. When Miles pointed his index finger Brian said "Do it like this" and took the finger into his mouth. He slid back and forth on the finger, rubbing his tongue under the nail. His lips wrapped around his front teeth so that the teeth never made contact with the finger.

"You've done this before!" Miles said, shocked at the thought.

"Yeah, but I've never had it done to me. Now you do it just like I did."

"But where . . ."

"I'll tell you some other time. Just do it like I showed you."

Miles went back to work, trying to do to Brian's dick what Brian had done to his finger. Brian rapidly got hard and as Miles used his tongue Brian began to moan softly. He rocked his hips up, driving his now four inch shaft all the way into Miles' mouth. Brian shuddered twice and then relaxed.

Miles could feel a tiny drop of cum in his mouth and spit it out into a tissue.

"Hey, was that cum?" Miles nodded his head; his cheeks bright red.

"Next time you don't spit it out, understand? Boy, that's cool—I didn't think I'd start to cum for a year yet."

"It was just a tiny drop, mostly precum" Miles said. "I did my part, now you cut the piece off the picture."

Brian searched through his drawers until he found a ruler and carefully measured a quarter inch from the bottom. Miles realized that it was going to take at least five more times before the picture would no longer be recognizable. "How about if I hang on to that so that your mom doesn't find it?" he asked.

"Naw, my mom never comes in here anyway. Besides, if you have it how can I be sure you won't destroy it? It'll be safe here as long as you keep your end of the deal."

Miles wasn't too happy with that, but at least none of the kids from school would ever know that he put another boy's dick in his mouth. That would be worse than anything he'd had to do so far. They gathered up the pictures and the camera and Miles left to return them to Cathy.