My Bullies - Chapter Twenty-Four

Ethan's heart hadn't stopped racing since the underwear store. The new pairs were in a bag Caleb carried, slutty fabrics peeking out—thongs, jocks, mesh briefs that made his smooth skin tingle just thinking about them. The mall was packed now, echoes of laughter and footsteps bouncing off the walls. His shorts rubbed against his bare cock with every step, pre-cum still damp from the earlier dare.

Caleb spotted the photo booth first—an old-style one tucked in a corner, curtain half-drawn, flashing lights inside. "This way," he said, grinning. The group crammed in—five bodies in a space meant for two, hot and tight. The curtain didn't fully close; a gap left it half-open, visible to anyone passing by.

"Strip," Caleb ordered quietly. "Fully."

Ethan peeled off the hoodie, then shoved down the shorts—naked, smooth shaved body on display under the booth's harsh light. His cock hardened instantly, the exposure hitting like a drug.

Caleb inserted coins; the booth whirred to life. "Pose," he said. Ethan knelt awkwardly, hands behind his head, cock jutting out. The boys edged him during shots—Caleb's hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slow and firm; Tyler teasing the head with his thumb; Mason cupping his smooth balls. Ethan whimpered, pre-cum dripping, close to the brink but denied each time the flash popped.

The curtain gap meant trouble. A group of boys—four teens, 17 or 18, waiting their turn—glimpsed inside. "Holy shit," one laughed, peeking closer. "Dude's naked and hard!" The others crowded, snickering, phones out. "Look at that shaved cock—total slut." Laughter echoed; Ethan burned with shame, but the thrill pushed him closer to cumming untouched.

"Please—stop," Ethan begged, voice cracking, body shaking from the exposure high. "They're seeing—"

Caleb ignored him, snapping more shots—Ethan's humiliated face, shaved cock leaking, ass spread in one pose. The booth printed strips: glossy images of his red face, smooth body, denied erection.

The teens outside kept laughing, one banging on the booth. "Show more, perv!"

Caleb pocketed the prints. "These are mine," he said, pulling Ethan up. "No cumming for you."