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.