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Ongoing story of a young man's training.
I cropped the heads and limbs out of a bunch of them, including my own, and e-mailed them to Jeremy. I wrote, "If you can figure out which one is me, I'll let you see it in person."
Two days later, he called me into his room. He had a picture on his computer of the lower half of a pair of boobs and the uppermost part of someone's pubic hair. "That one," he said.
"Dammit," I said. "How'd you know?"
He pointed to the right side of the picture. "I recognized my calculus book. Now, it's time for show and tell!"
"Just a minute," I said, and I turned to leave the room.
Jeremy grabbed my waist and pulled my shirt out of my jeans. "Oh, no, you don't. You said I could see it!"
I ran out, and Jeremy followed me. As soon as I was in my room, I locked the door. "And you will!" I told him. A few minutes later, I opened the door. I was wearing a bathrobe. I flashed it open for a split-second, showing him everything that was in the picture. I tried to close the door again, but Jeremy pushed forward. I tried to get into the closet, but I tripped and fell onto the bed.
"Ooh, that's even more than you promised!" he said. At that moment, I realized that my ass was exposed. In the next moment, I felt a light spank.
I got up and opened the robe again. This time, I only opened it a little, but I let it stay open. "Is it what you expected?" I asked.
"Better," he said. He tried to reach inside the robe, but I pushed his hand back.
"Uh-uh," I said. He looked dejected for a moment, until I said. "You'll have to earn it."
"How?" he asked.
"I'll let you know," I told him. "Now, get out!"
He did. As soon as he was out the door, I locked it and masturbated furiously as I pictured him trying to remember what he'd just seen. The next day, I saw that he'd sent me an e-mail with an attachment. It was a picture of my picture, but he'd come on it. That night, with everyone home, I walked into his room, closed the door, and flashed him again. This time I kept the robe open for a couple seconds. "Jack off over that, why don'tcha!" I said. He grabbed for my robe. I got away, but not before he opened it long enough to get a longer view.
A couple days later, I got yet another e-mail from Jeremy. This one had several attachments. At first I thought he must have worn himself out, or else he'd been saving the fake pictures and jacking off over them too. Instead, he was turning the tables. This time the earlier picture was embedded, and he wrote, "If you can pick out the one that did this, you'll get it for real."
It was three agonizing days before I had the chance to call him on it. I pointed to the last attachment and said, "This one."
"How'd you figure it out?" he asked.
I pointed to the first one. "Well, that one's a black guy." I pointed to the second. "That guy's wearing women's underwear and his nails are painted, so even if it was right, I didn't want it." For the third, I said, "That one's about two inches long. The last time I flashed you, I could see your bulge, and it's more than adequate. That one's a dildo, so it has to be this one," I said. "Plus, you put the little arrows pointing to it, and you wrote, 'It's this one!' in Comic Sans."
Jeremy had already taken his pants off by now. "What would you have done if it had been the one with the underwear?"
"Ah, who am I kidding? I'd probably let you do it anyway. It's not like this can get any weirder than it already is."
Jeremy had his cock out. "I can't do it if you still have your shirt on," he said.
"Oh, right," I answered. I took my T-shirt off. I was already topless. "Like what you see?"
He was stroking hard. "You have to ask?"
I took my jeans off. I was wearing a purple thong, but I left it on. "You like my body, do you?"
"Fuck, yeah!" Jeremy said. "I'd love to see the sea water dripping off those tits. If size had anything to do with milk production, you could destroy the economy of Wisconsin."
"You know, you have to suck on them to get milk," I said.