Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 23:05:00 +0000 From: Chris Carr Subject: Gonna Cost Ya Warning, this story may contain explicit descriptions of sexual acts between boys of various ages and/or men and boys. If this is not to your tastes, please leave now. The author retains copyrights to the story. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission of the author. This story and all of my stories can be found in my web site at:http://www.pridesites.com/cdawg/C_City.htm Stop by, I'd love to hear from you! Take a moment and send me an email, I'd love to hear from you. I'm at: andy_dick35@hotmail.comAll messages are privately screened be me, Chris Carr, and cordially responded to. Thanks! Gonna Cost Ya Part I Crossing the campus he chanced a glance at a passing pair of buns. Another pair of skinny jeans catching his eye he imagined few would believe his odd predilection. Sometimes his wandering eye worried him. In an environment such as his, it could prove dangerous. Two years he'd worked security at the high school. Not necessarily his dream job but it beat collecting unemployment. For the most part it'd been a routine job. Walking the campus he'd break up the occasional fight or escort some belligerent to the principal's office. Once he'd proven instrumental in preventing a teacher from being assaulted by a couple of thugs after hours but other than that, things were pretty normal. That is, until they put the cameras in. Eight of them total, they monitored various obscure locations about campus. He and his partner Rita rotated monitoring them, one of them usually about campus. Harmless at first, he'd seen more about campus, these horny kids frequently slipping up. Not more than once he'd caught some unsuspecting couple, entwined and engaged in what comes natural. And the boy's bathroom was a virtual hotbed of teen activity! How he wished a camera could've been placed there! The times he could've watched some randy boy go at it, uninterrupted, his own dick in his hand! Too bad that was considered a violation. He settled for the scheduled visit to the boy's bathrooms instead, his heart in his throat every time he entered. On those occasions he was fortunate enough to catch some boy, it was with some sadness he couldn't do more than send them back to their appointed class. Rita accounted her stories of girls doing odd things in bathrooms likewise. It's no wonder they're coming up pregnant so often. But it was the accounts of girls kissing girls in the bathroom that intrigued him most. Oh to have seen that! It was on a quiet afternoon things changed. Seated at the monitors he was casually eating a bowl of chili, a baseball game on the radio when movement on camera six caught his attention. For some time various groups of boys had been caught rolling dice on this camera but word apparently got out it was monitored and that activity died down. Watching the boy duck behind the gym, Dennis surmised that not everyone had heard the area was monitored because, shortly, the boy pulled out what looked liked weed and lit up. Leaning against the building, he made himself comfortable, puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. Dennis considered apprehending the little fool but decided against it, reasoning he'd probably be gone before he could make it across campus. Slurping another gulp of chili, he watched the poor unsuspecting devil. Must be a freshman, Dennis speculated, observing the boy's small stature and baby-like features. Wonder where'd he get the weed? God, these kids have no limitations nowadays. In time, the boy finished his weed but he didn't leave. Dennis watched him a while longer, the realization dawning on him he might have to go out there. Why isn't he in class? Man, these kids are a mess! He was about to stand and leave when he saw the kid look right, then left, as if checking. What tha? The area deserted, it was why the school had placed a camera there. Watching him intently, Dennis almost gasped when the little bugger reached in his pants! Leaning forward, he strained at the grainy image, his heart skipping a beat. Right there before his eyes, some horny kid was playing with himself. His hand tucked inside his scant jeans, the obvious movement was unmistakable. Damn, he couldn't believe his luck! Scooting closer, his hand involuntarily wandered to his own growth. Squeezing it through his uniform, he watched as the boy's hips slowly arched forward. Was the little snot gonna cream inside his pants? Barely containing his excitement, he reached inside his own pants. Momentarily remembering the unlocked door, he quickly locked it, returning to the monitor just in time to see the boy turn toward the wall and extract his wickedly hard dick. The image of poor quality, Dennis had to look closely to catch the full picture but sure enough, his little friend was rounding the bases, his hand whipping wildly about the head of his exposed dick. His own dick sticking out his pants, Dennis matched his movements, his heart thundering in his ears. In a matter of minutes the boy raised up on his toes, his dick aimed at the wall. Racing to keep up, Dennis flailed his dick, eyes glued on the monitor. Though he couldn't quite see the boy's cum, he knew he was in the throes of orgasm, his hand all but a blur while his hips bucked. Dancing around on his toes, he threw his hips forward, one, two, three times, then his head flew back and he let out an obvious excited exhalation. In that instant, gazing at his cute face, eyes squeezed close, mouth gapped open, Dennis' heart melted. What a cutie! He gasped, his dick jumping in his hand. Angry spurts colliding with the monitor, he danced about on his toes, his orgasm just as robust as the boy's. On the fourth spurt he glanced at the monitor, watching in awe as the boy shook his cum soaked dick. Flinging his issue against the wall, he wiped his hands on his pants then tucked his dick inside. Dennis stared in wonder as the boy zipped up, then ducked around the far corner of the gym. Around noon the next day he'd got a call to the Science Building. Apparently, someone had brought some fireworks to school and set them off in the boy's bathroom. As he entered the boy's bathroom he spied the spent shells behind a trash can. All investigations proved fruitless, none of the little snots willing to snitch. All day he'd anticipated his little visitor's return. Speculating yesterday's performance was a onetime event, his heart would literally skip a beat when he considered a repeat performance. Sometime that afternoon he made sure he was monitoring the cameras, sending Rita to patrol the campus. His dick swelling with anticipation he stared at camera six. Trying to distract himself he started in on the incident report for the bathroom caper. The hour passing, his heart dropped as he slowly accepted his boy wasn't going to return. Finishing his report he separated the three copies, filing them in the appropriate boxes. He was just about to light up a cigarette when he spied movement out the corner of his eye. Well I'll be damned! Placing his pack of cigarettes aside he glanced at the clock. Gonna be a short show today, he mused, the hour late. Pulling up his chair, he gazed at the monitor. Like the day before the boy quickly lit up. Puffing away, Dennis shook his head. Damn kid, gonna get lightheaded! His weed quickly consumed, the boy did a precursory check then, like the day before, he reached in his pants and began groping himself. Horny little bastard, Dennis grinned, squeezing his own dick. Thanking his lucky stars, he matched the boy's movements, pulling his dick out when the boy extracted his. Damn, too bad I can't keep these films! His dick slippery with precum, he slathered it around the bulbous head of his dick. Who is this kid? He wondered, squishing noises filling the small monitor room, his dripping dick jutting from his uniform. Rapidly approaching his urgent release, the boy turned towards the wall. Standing, Dennis equally stroked his dick. In a matter of seconds the kid's hips began jerking, signaling his unruly explosion. Damn, this kid's a virtual cum-cannon, Dennis mused, his own hips edging forward. God, what he would've given to be with this marvelous boy. To feel his urgent release, pelting his tongue. His balls taut, his hips bucking as he pushed his dick down his throat. His illicit fantasy pushing him over the edge, Dennis stared at the cute boy, caught in the throes of his daily release and then his dick started spurting. Man, you couldn't pay for this kind of entertainment. Dancing about on his toes, in time his issue ebbed to a dribble. On camera the boy shook his dick like before, then flinging the last of his cum against the wall, he wiped his hands on his pants and tucked his dick away. Watching him dash away, Dennis looked at the mess he'd made. Totally worth it, he rationalized, preparing to clean up. All the next day Dennis wrestled with lust and his need for duty. The last thing he wanted was to cancel his daily performances but his job required he apprehend the youth. After long deliberation, he finally surrendered, informing Rita he'd take the afternoon rounds. It was with some sadness he headed for the far end of the campus. Damn job! Posting in an inconspicuous location, he waited around the side of the building. Again he wondered if the boy would actually return, his heart racing. Time passed and like clockwork his little masturbator appeared. Up close he was even more stunning, his cherub features angelic. Damn, just how young is this kid? Dennis wondered, gazing on his boy-like face. Like the days before, the boy lit up his weed. Acrid smoke filling the air, Dennis peered around the building, his heart pounding in his ear. Should he grab the little violator now, catching him in the act? His lust greater than his sense of duty, he found his feet glued to the pavement. As the expected moment grew closer, Dennis felt a light perspiration break out on his forehead. Waiting with great excitement, he nearly gasped out loud when, on cue, the boy looked right, then left towards Dennis. Ducking out of sight, he carefully peered around the wall, his mouth falling open when the kid reached inside his pants. Unable to contain himself, Dennis found his own hand involuntarily reaching inside his pants. Damn, this is too hot, he panted, all the while praying Rita wasn't observing this camera. In time the boy pulled his dick out, his small hand slipping around the angry head. Oh God, his dick is magnificent! Gazing at the boy's anxious growth, he judged it about 6-7 inches long. The head adequately dripping, the boy's hips gyrated as he spread his juices about the shiny helmet. That would fit perfectly in my mouth, Dennis thrilled, his mouth watering as he imagined his lips gliding up the stiff shaft to finally slip around the engorged head. His stroking matching the boy's he gazed at his slight form, his slender waist and small, perfectly formed boy ass. Watching the boy's ass writhe in time to his hip's wiggling, Dennis almost blasted right there. God, what he'd do with those luscious, boy cakes! Both of them lost in their own bliss, man and boy happily stroked, their twin moments nearing. Like all the times before, the boy turned towards the wall as his urgent release neared. Moving slightly back, Dennis watched intently, the boy's dick almost out of sight as he turned away from him. Just a small portion of the swollen head visible, Dennis trained his gaze on the dripping faucet. With a small gasp, the boy's hips yanked forward, his dick spurting rapid salvos of hot cum against the wall. Stifling a loud moan, Dennis shot also, his issue assaulting the wall, dripping down the side of the building. Reminding himself what he was really there for, he quickly cleaned up, pushing his still erect dick inside his pants. "Hey!" He called, rounding the building. His dick still out, the boy almost jumped out his skin. Turning away from the man, he crammed his still spurting growth inside his pants, his heart thundering in his ears. "Hey, come here," Dennis instructed. Scared shitless, the kid wondered had the man been there all along? "What's your name?" "Rayshon," The boy replied, face flushed. "What class are you supposed to be in? "Uh...Spanish." "What're ya doin' out here then?" "Nothin." He was a cool one. "Com'on kid, you think I'm stupid?" Dropping his head, he said nothing. "Ok, come with me." Leading him back to the guard station, he informed Rita he needed to fill out an incident report for his detainee. She took his place on patrol, leaving them alone. Motioning for him to sit, he watched as the boy looked at the monitors, his eyes wide. So he didn't know? "What are these?" He asked, looking at the glowing screens. "Monitors. There are cameras all around campus." Glancing at the boy he saw his sheer surprise. "You didn't know?" Shaking his head, he stared at cam six. Poor kid, Dennis thought. "Listen, I'm willing to let you off with a warning. Just don't skip class anymore alright?" "K," He readily agreed, standing. To his surprise, Dennis noticed a bulge in the boy's pants. Aww, hell! I gotta get this kid out of here! Opening the door, his heart sank as he watched those precious boy globes walk away. A couple of days passed without major incident, the biggest event a fight that broke out in the lunch area. Apparently the dice throwing boys had a disagreement about a debt and a fight broke out. Patrolling the school on his usual rounds, Dennis couldn't help thinking about Rayshon, his angelic face dancing about his brain. Sometimes he'd see him in the throes of climax, his face scrunched up. Other times he'd see those cute round buns, walking out his office that day. But the fantasy that returned the most was his extra hard dick, jutting from his pants, slickened with his juices as he stroked it. He could've watched that every day! On a day like any other he was bumping around the video room when he noticed movement on camera six. Pausing, he moved closer. To his surprise, Rayshon was behind the distant building, leaning against the wall. Whatha? Clipboard in hand, he was about to fill out a requisition for more forms. Blinking, he stared at the monitor. This couldn't be happening. For sure Rayshon knew he was on camera now. But there he was, casually idling the time away, leaning against the wall, a mysterious ball cap pulled down over his eyes. His usual stick of weed missing, Dennis wondered what could've brought him back to the scene of the crime? He didn't have to wait long because, right there on camera, Rayshon started groping himself. It was sort of inconspicuous at first, almost as if he was merely passing his hand over his groin. But the movements continued, slowly becoming more deliberate until, eventually, there was no doubting it, the horny snot was playing with himself. ON CAM! Laying his clipboard down, Dennis perched on the edge of his chair. Didn't this kid know there were two of us observing the cameras? What if Rita had been watching instead of him? Guess that's why he's got that silly hat? Still shocked, Dennis watched as Rayshon reached inside his pants. If there was any doubt about his intentions before, they'd all been laid to rest now. Turning towards the camera, Rayshon fished around his pants, his hand obviously going up and down now. Staring at the screen Dennis felt his dick swell. Could it be? Not wanting to jump to silly conclusions, he merely thanked his lucky stars he was present to see this. His hand still working inside his pants, Rayshon's body started to respond, his hips moving slightly forward. For some time his hand played around in his pants, his body wiggling in response. It was like he was purposely putting on a show, delaying exposing himself for effect. Then, his hand reaching further in his pants, he slowly raised his head until his eyes showed, darkened by the brim of his hat. With a silly smirk he pulled his dick out, his hand whipping around the head. Little shit! His hips gyrating, Rayshon was well on the way to a rapid release. Glancing every so often up at the camera, he fisted his growth, his body twitching and wiggling in delight. Unable to contain his excitement, Dennis whipped his dick out, his hand instantly finding the leaking head. Fuck a porn movie, he leered, his dick sticking straight up. Stroking in time to the boy's strokes, Dennis was soon nearing rapid release too. You couldn't PAY for this, he beamed, his conscious nevertheless smiting him when he considered what he was doing. He should stop the little horndog. Catch him in the act and scare him real good. Torn, he couldn't stop stroking. Just the idea this kid was purposely masturbating on cam for him was more than his good judgment could overrule. If he does it again, I'll bust his li'l ass, he promised, his dick swelling with lust. In a matter of minutes Rayshon was raising up on his tiptoes, all the familiar signs present. Standing himself, Dennis aimed for the monitor, his hips edging forward. Bracing himself against the wall, Rayshon's hips bucked forward. Dancing about on his toes, his head fell back, eyes closed. Aware he was squirting, Dennis felt his dick lunge, hot, creamy bolts slamming against the monitor. Both caught in orgasmic bliss, man and boy danced about, splashing wall and monitor with their hot cum. Thanking the gods for this wondrous gift, Dennis shook and writhed with glee. Promising himself he wouldn't do this again, he quieted his guilty conscious, all the while, ogling the lovely boy. Coming down, Rayshon squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick, flinging the residue on the wall as before. Observing the mess he'd made, Dennis watched through a cum-stained screen as the boy looked up once more, his dick still sticking out his pants. Then, to his total shock, the boy thrust his hips forward, as if offering his dick to the camera. That silly smirk on his face again, he wiped his hands on his jeans then tucked his dick in his pants. Darting out of site, he looked up one last time as he passed under the camera. He'd definitely have to deal with that kid, Dennis thought. The next day he made sure to be in the monitor room at the appointed time. All he needed was for Rita to catch the little shit jacking off on cam. Certain the boy wouldn't return, he was more than shocked when, once again, Rayshon showed up. You have GOT to be kidding me! Dennis couldn't believe his eyes. Like the day before, he casually leaned against the wall a while, that funny hat pulled over his eyes. When he reached in his pants, Dennis felt his dick swell, despite his reservations. I've got to stop doing this! Holding on as long as he could, when the boy whipped his hard inches out, smirking at the camera again, he involuntarily reached inside his pants. Slathering the angry head of his dick with his juices, he stared at the camera as Rayshon obviously performed. There was no doubting it now. He was doing this on purpose, the consequences be damned. His hips edging forward, Dennis felt himself careening towards another illicit nutt. His balls taut, he swore he'd catch the kid the next day. Blasting his issue against the wall, Rayshon's hips bucked, his dick thrust forward. Likewise Dennis assaulted the lone monitor carrying the image of the delicious boy. This has got to stop. The next day the boy didn't show. Relieved, Dennis suspected he'd had his fill. Typical, he thought, going about his business. The hour almost over, he was about to wrap up when Rayshon casually walked on cam. Ah hell, Dennis sighed. Pulled into the vortex, it wasn't long before they both were happily stroking, Rayshon glancing up at the camera while Dennis stared. Captivated, he couldn't believe the incredible pull this simple act had on him. While he knew there were heavy penalties associated with things like this, he couldn't help responding, every time the little snot provoked him. In fact, his mind running ahead, he was even considering other things, even more risky. Was it possible this could be the one exception? Maybe he could get away with it? His dick aimed once again at the monitor, he bathed it in cum, the instant Rayshon started bucking his hips. He had to admit, these were some of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had. And while that confused him, he nevertheless felt himself pulled further into the abyss. Determined to not fall prey to the youth's manipulations, Dennis waited out of sight the next day. Though he loathed bringing their escapades to an end, he knew it was better to not continue. Like clockwork, Rayshon appeared, that silly hat over his eyes. "Hey," Dennis called, stepping around the building before he could get started. His eyes two surprised zeroes, Rayshon practically jumped off the ground. As he approached, Dennis watched as the boy took off, running top speed around the corner, out of site... Would you like more? Email me at: andy_dick35@hotmail.com