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It was on a Friday when everything began. I had recently moved back into the town I'd grown up in because my mother had fallen very ill and I wanted to be there with the rest of my family to take care of her. We did everything we could and at least one of us was with her at all times. But the illness still got the better of her and she passed away.
One of my best friends heard this news and showed
up at the funeral. Her name was (and still is) Theresa, but we called
her Terri for short. We had grown up together and even when I left
town to go away to college, me and her kept constant contact. I guess
you could say we were pretty close. Closer maybe than if we had a
relationship as husband and wife, if that's even possible.
My family is a pretty close knit one, so everyone was there to help
everyone through the hard time. Terri was that outside support, that
voice of reason that kept me from jumping off the deep end and doing something
completely stupid.
Once I was okay enough to consider jumping back into the game of life, Terri offered me a job as a counselor at a place called The Shack. It was a place sort of like the YMCA or Boys and Girls club that Terri's father had owned. Me, her, and four of our friends used to go there all the time when we were growing up, and she had taken it over when her father passed a few years back. I was reluctant to take her up on her offer at first, but after a few days I decided to give it a shot. I did like working with kids and stuff. I had, after all, gone to school to study to be a probation officer for juveniles.
As soon as I walked through the doors on the
first day, all kinds of old memories rushed up to greet me. It was
like coming back home after being away for a long time. The original
building, a former church, still stood. But now it had been added
on to and had become twice its former size.
My office was in the new building. It wasn't
much, really. Just four walls, a nice desk, a computer, some chairs,
and a window. And I was more than happy to call it mine. A
couple of minutes after I'd gotten in and was about to turn my computer
on, Terri appeared at the door.
"I'm glad to see you made it this morning." she greeted warmly.
"Yeah. So am I." I replied, unable to help smiling a little.
That's the kind of smile Terri has. One of
those that could make the most pissed off person in the world crack a grin.
And the rest of her isn't that bad either. She's from the Philippines
and her serpentine body has that naturally skinny build, versus the anorexia-induced
one. She always kept her shoulder length black hair done up nicely
and wore just enough makeup to accent her already visible beauty.
"Wanna go grab a cup of coffee?" she asked.
I nodded and sat my jacket down on my chair.
"I would love to."
"All right, let's go."
We stepped out of my office and started walking
down the hallway.
"So how are you and the kids this morning?" I inquired, making Terri
giggle a little.
"We're fine actually. This is one of those rare days when they're
not all over my bladder."
"Man. That's why I always say that women are stronger than men.
I know could not deal with carrying around twins in my stomach all day
and night for nine months."
"Gee, I wish Greg thought like that. He thinks I'm just complaining."
"Well I bet if you two could trade shoes for a day, he'd be singing
a different tune."
"Baby, I'd bet money on it."
Greg is Terri's husband. They got engaged
the day after high school graduation and were married a year later.
Even though he tended to be a little pig-headed at times, he was a pretty
nice guy and we got along well.
The break room where the coffee was located was
just three rooms down from my office. After we got our cups, Terri
gave me a tour of the place. It had an awesome new gym, a Computer
Room with about ten computers where kids did homework or surfed the net.
A game room that had pool tables, ping-pong tables, six video game systems,
and a variety of other things to keep the kids occupied. There was
even a room where they could watch movies and just hang out.
But that wasn't all The Shack had evolved into.
There were also programs for teenaged parents as well as confidential counseling
for any of the kids who needed someone to talk to. And when school
was in and the kids got out and came to the Computer Room to do their homework,
there was tutoring available or someone to just help them along with what
they were doing.
One hour and two cups of coffee later, I was on
my own. Since it was my first day, I was pretty much a free agent.
I was allowed to just float around and check in on all the different things
that went on and decide for myself which ones I wanted to be involved in.
I decided that my first stop was going to be to check out the
teen parenting class. I'd always wondered how one of those programs
operated and figured it would be a good place to start. I was cutting
across the courtyard that separated the old church from the new building
when some sharp words caught my attention.
"Are you dumb or are you just stupid?" the question brought my attention
over to a group of boys to my far left.
There were four of them. A white boy with
red, almost copper looking hair, and a pair of brown eyes with a mischievous
gleam in them. He stood tallest of the boys at five foot five, I
guessed, and his young looking face was dotted with freckles. His
body build lingered between husky and skinny, and he was dressed in a pair
of khaki shorts and a black shirt. The chain that connected to his
front belt loop and went around to his back right pocket to his walled
gave him the whole "skater boy" look.
The other two were black and Mexican boys.
Both of them had the same slightly skinny build, but the black boy was
taller than his Mexican friend. The black boy was outfitted in a
white shirt with some sort of saying written on it and a pair of black
canvas shorts, which were just a few shades darker than his skin.
His black hair was cut short and his eyes were a dark shade of brown.
Both he and his Mexican friend has the beginnings
of a moustache, which led me to believe that they were either older than
their white friend, or that he was just a late bloomer. The Mexican
boy had straight black hair that came down almost to his shoulders.
His skin shade was darker than his tanned white friend, but lighter than
his black friend. He had dressed himself in a pair of baggy blue
jeans and a dark blue colored shirt. His light brown eyes looked
friendly, totally contradicting the menacing look on his face.
The subject of these three boys' attention was another
Mexican boy, whom didn't look at all happy that he was being spoken to
like he was.
"Yeah, What's wrong? You no speaka any English?" the white boy
teased, causing his friends to laugh.
I had to interject.
"Excuse me, what's going on over here?" I interrupted, startling all
of them. My voice has a habit of deepening and become more sinister
than it really is when I speak sternly.
"Uh, nothing." the three boys doing the teasing answered in unison.
I narrowed my gaze and gave each of them a
five second stare. The white boy shifted his left foot and looked
away from me. The Mexican boy tried to appear brave and stare me
in the eye, but they kept darting away. And the black boy wouldn't
even look at me at all.
"Oh, really? `Cause it sounded to me like you were making fun
of him." I said, pointing to their victim.
"No, we...uh, were just kidding around." the Mexican boy corrected me.
"R-Right, guys?"
The other boys nodded, except for the one that
had been receiving the teasing. I let the look on my face remain
stern for a moment, before I softened it and smiled.
"Ah! Okay. I understand. So is it okay for me to take out
my pen and draw on your face? You've got so many freckles I think
I can play connect-the-dots with `em." I said to the white boy.
His two friends immediately broke into giggles,
which they tried to stifle. The white boy started to turn red with
embarrassment.
I wasn't done yet. I moved on to the black boy.
"I don't know either what you're laughing for. Ears so big, if
you flap `em enough you might fly away."
That shut him up instantly and he started to
say something back, but stopped himself. I moved on to the Mexican
boy, who still had the nerve to be laughing.
"And you, Pinocchio. Nose so big looks like you've told at least
six lies today."
And that was the final nail in the coffin.
All three of them were silent and had looks of sheer discomfort on their
faces. The Mexican boy looked like he was ready to knock my block
off, but his common sense must've told him not to take it there.
The smile on my face faded.
"See, it's not so cool when the shoe is on the other foot, is it?"
I said to them.
They were silent for a beat as if they didn't
quite know what I was getting at. Then, realization came onto their
faces of the lesson I was trying to teach them.
"No." they answered.
"I'm sorry I had to do that to you. But now you see what it feels
like. I don't wanna see or hear of you doing anything like that to
anybody here again. You got it?"
"Okay."
"Now apologize to him."
I was very surprised when none of them hesitated.
They all turned around and apologized to the boy they'd been teasing.
He didn't respond to them.
"All right. Go on." I told the three boys.
They went on about their business and I watched
them go for a moment, before my attention went back to the boy that had
been being teased. I honestly couldn't see what he was being teased
about. He was a nice looking boy. His skin was a couple of
shades lighter than mine and I guessed he was about five foot four inches,
so his height couldn't be the problem. His black hair was cut short
and neatly kept, and his hazel eyes were a color I rarely saw on a person
of his race. He was a bit on the skinny side, but not so much that
he would be teased about it.
That's when it donned on me that maybe that was
why he was getting picked on, because nothing was wrong with him.
Or maybe some altercation had gone down between him and the other boys
that I didn't know about. Well, whatever the case, it had been solved
for the time being and I had a class to catch. I smiled and nodded
at the boy and went on my way.
* * * * * *
The teen parenting class was not at all like I thought it was going to be. I thought it would be closer to a classroom where somebody just taught and the students listened. It was much more interactive. The students had charts that they used to help them plan out feeding times for the babies, times in which they could do activities with and without the baby, and if there were two parents involved, who was in charge at what time. Regina and Richard, the two counselors who were teaching the class were very good and the students seemed to like them a lot. It was very hands on and interactive. I found myself learning quite a bit as I watched the students prepare their babies' food or bottles, feed them, and change them and whatnot.
After checking out that class, I headed back
to my office to check my emails. I had given some friends from my
old town the address and I wanted to see if any of them had dropped me
a line. I had just turned my computer on and Windows was booting
up when...
"...do that."
My head turned sharply from the screen to the
door of my office. Standing there was the boy I had saved from being
picked on.
"What was that?" I asked, sure there was more to his statement than
the two words I'd heard.
"You didn't have to do that out there with those punks. I can
take care of myself." he restated, speaking very good English but with
a slight Mexican accent. His voice was still boyish, but not so bad
that one might think they were talking to a girl on the phone.
That was just like a boy to say something like
that. But then again, that's the kind of picture society paints.
A boy has to always be strong and handle his own, or else he's a weakling,
or in slang terms, a bitch. Confident that that was why he was saying
what he'd said, I just smiled a nodded.
"Yeah. It looked like you could."
He didn't like that comment. His lips
pursed together a slightly and his eyes narrowed. There was no need
to encourage him further, so I returned my attention to my computer monitor.
It was at the point where I needed to put in my password. I proceeded
to do so.
"What happened to your eye?" he asked suddenly, making me stop typing
and look back at him.
Instinctively, my index finger went up to just
above my right eyelid and traced the scarred vertical line that passed
down through my eyebrow, disappeared, and reappeared at the right bottom
corner of my eye and continued on for a few inches.
"When I was in elementary school some boys though it would be cool
to beat me up because I told on them and got them suspended. One
of them pushed me and I fell onto the sharp edge of an old metal desk.
This is the result."
"Did it hurt?"
"Oh, just a lot."
I went ahead and finished typing my password.
"I never seen you around here before. You new?" he asked.
"As an employee, yes. But I used to come here back when The Shack
was just the old church." I answered.
"Oh."
I pressed enter and waited to see if I had
done everything correctly. When Windows let me into the desktop,
I knew that I had.
"By the way, I never did catch your..." I said looking back toward
the door.
My sentence dropped off when I saw that my doorway
was empty. The boy had gone.
"...name." I concluded.
* * * * * *
When we got back, I found out that the kids who had
been at The Shack since the morning hours went to a year round school and
that they were off track. So they had the right to be there and weren't
ditching. When two o'clock rolled around, kids from regular school
showed up and things really got happening. I sat in on the first
hour of the homework session in the Computer Room and even helped out a
few kids with some math homework they had. The Computer Room staff
consisted of three high school volunteers and two counselors. The
counselors were Sara and Tammy. The volunteers were Nathan, Rachel,
and Nick. The two guys knew a lot about computers and Rachel was
pretty sharp with the academics, along with Sara and Tammy. My Computer
Room time was only an hour because Terri had asked me if I wanted to go
with her and two of the volunteers on a field trip with the kids to the
indoor skate park. There were supposed to be three volunteers, but
one had called in sick. I told her I would.
I was in the old building cutting through the stage
area where a group of girls were dancing to some music and the other kids
were just hanging out. As my eyes fell on the stage, a memory came
back to me that I wondered how I'd ever forgotten. Behind the stage,
which was actually where the choir would've sang and the preacher would've
stood had the place still been a church, was a room. Me and a couple
of my friends had discovered it and used it as our place to get away from
everybody. All of us had been introduced to cigarettes, cloves, and
weed in that room, as well as a few liquors. We used to call it our
clubhouse and we made sure nobody else knew about it. I wondered
if anybody else had found it.
I had about thirty minutes to kill, so I made my
way as unsuspiciously as possible over to the stage. A few of the
kids saw my name badge, which revealed that I worked there, and said "hi"
to me. I spoke back. I waited until none of them were paying attention
before I ducked behind the curtain and went backstage.
Backstage was just simply a narrow passageway that
led from one end of the stage to the other. It was where all the
unused junk had been laid to rest when I used to go there as a kid.
I don't know why I thought nobody else would've found out about the backstage
area after all this time. I came across four different groups while
I was back there. Two of which were making out and looked like deers
caught in headlights when I spotted them. I made all of them head
back out to the front, and they did so willingly. But I was pretty
sure that once they thought I was gone, they'd go right back to where I'd
sent them away from.
A person wouldn't know the entrance to the clubhouse
unless they knew what they were looking for. The door wasn't regular
sized. It was the size of one of those small closet doors that are
normally located under the stairs in most modern houses. Plus there
was a table in front of it that was situated so that it completely covered
it. That exact same table was still there. I was a little surprised.
"Guess this is still where old stuff comes to die." I thought.
Just like when I was younger, I pulled the table out so that it still hid the door, but allowed me to duck in between it and the wall and get the door open. I was hoping I wouldn't be attacked by a swarm of angry rodents or spiders once I pulled the door open.
It took a little effort but the thing finally came open, revealing the room to me that I hadn't seen in years. When no swarm of beady-eyed four legged creatures, or arachnids came hoarding out, I made my way inside and pulled the door to behind me.
I could swear the place looked exactly the same as
it had the last time me and my friends were there. From the way the
four boxes that we used to sit on were arranged in a circle to the tired
looking candle that sat in the center of the circle.
"I guess nobody has found this place yet." I thought to myself, sure
that if I stood there long enough I might be able to catch a whiff of the
stuff we used to smoke when we visited.
The unexpected sound of voices caught my attention
suddenly. They were coming from the left. My eyes shot over
to that location to see that there was a crack in the wall. From
that crack came a powerful beam of sunlight. That was how I was able
to see so well. I remembered that we used to have to come in with
a flashlight in order to find our way around and in order to light the
candle. Wondering what the crack looked into, I made my way as quietly
as possible over to it and stooped down to peer through it.
A blast of cool air intruded my eyes unannounced,
making me blink awkwardly a little before they adapted. I was looking
into another room through a metal grate of some sort. I knew instantly
which room I was looking into because of some of the stuff that was lying
around. It was the old game room. Terri had told me that it
wasn't used anymore.
Remembering which room it was clued me in to how
I was seeing into it. There was an old vent that was in the wall
in the room that used to be part of the ventilation system back when the
place was a church. The staff used to cover it up with cardboard
during the winter so that the hot air couldn't get out.
The supposed to be unused room was currently being
used by three boys. I recognized them as the three I'd come across
earlier, the ones who'd been picking on the Mexican boy. The white
boy and the black boy were standing about four feet away from the vent,
while the Mexican boy was locking the door.
"Okay, it's locked. Let's see what you got." the Mexican boy
said to the white one, of which I realized was wearing a backpack.
The Mexican boy joined his two friends and
all of them sat down as the white boy opened up his backpack and took out
a red binder. From this red binder he took out a small stack of magazines
and let them fall onto the floor in an untidy stack. The other two
boys dug in, each grabbing one up and looking at it.
I wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw that the stack of
magazines were a mix of Hustler, Playboy, and a few other off brands.
That was one of the things me and my friends used to do when we came to
the clubhouse. Smoke, and or drink, and look at video game and porno
mags.
"Hey, Eric, check out this bitch's tits!" the Mexican boy whispered
loudly, passing his magazine over to the white boy.
The black boy joined Eric and the Mexican boy as
they looked at the picture.
"Damn!" both Eric and the black boy gasped.
"Those can't be real." the black boy said a moment later.
"How do you know, Sam?" the Mexican boy asked.
"Aaron, look at how huge they are and you tell me." Sam remarked sharply.
Aaron took another look, shrugged his shoulders
and went on to the next page.
"Now these are some nice tits. Not too small and not too big."
Sam held out his magazine to show the others, whom immediately looked.
A naughty little leer came across Eric's freckled
face.
"Yeah. Those are the kinda tits I want my girl to have."
"Hell yeah! That and a shaved cunt like this, and a juicy ass
clitorius!" Aaron added, showing his friends the picture in his magazine.
Both Eric and Sam laughed at his mispronunciation.
"That's clitoris dumb-ass!" Sam said.
"That's what I said, bitch!" Aaron shot back, slugging Sam playfully
in the shoulder.
"Yeah, whatever."
Silence fell over the three of them as full
attention went to the magazines they were reading. I looked down
at my watch to see what time it was. Ten minutes had passed.
I had twenty left. I was about to get up and go when I saw Eric,
who was in a laying position with his head propped up on his left hand,
move his right hand from the magazine and to the crotch of his khaki shorts
and began rubbing himself slowly.
His action was copied momentarily by other two boys.
Aaron, who was sitting cross-legged next to Eric sent his left hand down
to the crotch of his baggy set of blue jeans to start rubbing. And
Sam, who was on the opposite side of Aaron and Eric did the same to himself.
I felt my mouth drop open and my eyes go wide.
My heart started pounding in my chest and my whole bloodstream lit up with
the tingle of adrenaline. It wasn't that I was grossed out by what
I was seeing. It was just that I was a little shocked to see the
three boys pleasuring themselves so openly in front of one another.
With the way the world had become sickened with homophobia, it was a wonder
a guy wasn't dubbed "gay" just because he showed a small inkling of care
to another of the same sex.
Aaron stopped rubbing, flipped to the next page,
and resumed. His free right hand went over toward Eric's direction.
Eric had one leg on the ground and one propped up. It was that leg
that Aaron's hand went to and moved down into. I expected Eric to
freak out and go off on Aaron, but instead, he removed his hand from his
crotch and straightened his upraised leg out a little more. I watched
as the outline of Aaron's hand snaked its way underneath the fabric and
found the prize it was looking for.
"To the left a little." I heard Eric whisper.
Aaron followed his friend's directions and
was acknowledged with a low moan.
"Oh, hell yeah!" Eric's voice oozed with the horniness that was obviously
raging throughout his body.
Following suit, Eric removed the hand that
had been studying his head and reached over to Sam, who was also in a laying
position similar to Eric's. Copying Aaron's move, Eric's hand entered
through the leg of Sam's black canvas shorts and went straight to the spot
between his legs.
Sam's hand moved away from his crotch the moment he felt the contact
of Eric's hand on his leg. Using the hand he had been using to keep
his head propped up, he went straight for Aaron. Since he was the
only one wearing pants, Sam glanced over from his magazine and undid the
zipper to the pants. Aaron scooted in a little bit closer and Sam's
hand dove straight in, causing a look of sheer bliss to spread across Aaron's
face.
"This is not happening! This is not happening!" I shouted in
my head.
I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing!
For a minute I didn't think it was real. That maybe the fumes that
had been closed up from the smoking my friends and I used to do had somehow
remained present and had intoxicated me, causing me to hallucinate.
This was the kind of stuff that only happened in fiction, not in real life!
But there it was, right before my own bewildered eyes.
It wasn't long before the boys had totally
forgotten about their magazines and had become slaves to the awesome feeling
being generated from that spot between their legs. All of them were
moaning softly. Aaron's eyes were closed and he was biting softly
into his lip. Sam also had his eyes closed and the look on his face
showed that he was completely under the power of his hormones. Eric's
face was the only one I couldn't really see, but I knew he was feeling
it just as much as his two friends were.
Aaron moved his legs out a little bit and Sam's
hand stopped rubbing, but remained inside of his fly. It came out
a moment later and brought with it Aaron's dick. It was a little
thicker than my middle finger and stuck out at what looked like four inches
long by sight. It was a shade lighter than he was, but the circumcised
head was a deeper darker color. As soon as it was out, Sam began
to masturbate it slowly.
"Uuuuhh!! Oooooh yeahhhh!" Aaron hissed, still biting into his
lip.
Aaron removed his hand from Eric's leg and
Eric removed his from Sam's. Both of them rearranged themselves into
cross-legged positions. From out of one of the compartments in his
backpack, Eric took out what I thought was a shirt and sat it in the center
of the almost whole circle. Somehow, Sam never missed a jerk on Aaron's
dick as the moving took place.
Aaron opened one of his eyes and the same hand he'd
been rubbing Eric's crotch with to open the fly to his shorts. Eric
did the same with Sam. At almost the same time, two new contenders
entered the game. And since Eric and Sam had rearranged themselves,
I had a perfect view of each of them.
While Sam's dick looked a like it was skinnier than Aaron's, it was
longer and uncircumcised. Eric's was right in between. Thicker
than Aaron's, but smaller than Sam's. He too was circumcised and
the angry reddened head of his dick looked like it was the biggest of the
three boys.
A couple of minutes of this really put the three
of them into heat. Aaron used his free hand to study himself and
began thrusting his hips forward, fucking Sam's fist like it was the best
piece of pussy he'd ever come across. It was Sam who came out from
under the spell long enough to grab the shirt and place it across Aaron's
lap.
"Oh man! Oh man! I...I...I'm c...umm...iiiiing!!"
Aaron's voice hit an almost feminine pitch as he thrust his dick forward
and his body seemed to freeze in that position.
The first shot blasted out of his prick and
shot up into the air like a fountain. It landed on the outer edge
of the shirt.
"Fuuuuuuck!" Aaron moaned in his orgasmic-tweaked out tone of voice.
He tossed his head back, pulled his dick back and thrust forward again,
sending another squirt of semen out, only not as far. He repeated
the action three more times, until only a few pearly droplets oozed out
of his dick and collected on Sam's hand.
"Dude! Over here! Over here!" Eric rushed Sam a second
after Aaron's final thrust.
Sam grabbed the shirt by either end and Eric helped
him sit it in his lap.
"Uuuuhhh!! Oooohhhhh! Shhhh...iitttt!!!"
Eric's voice came out as a raspy whisper.
His upper body went completely rigid and his eyes
rolled back and fluttered in his head. Instead of pushing his dick
forward, he pulled his back through Aaron's hand. The tip seemed
to turn an even darker shade of red as the first shot of cum exploded out
in a straight line like a laser beam.
"Uuuoohh!!" he groaned as he thrust forward and pulled back again,
releasing another shot. His body trembled uncontrollably as the orgasm
tore through his young body. It was a wonder he managed to keep himself
upright. He released two more smaller ejaculations, before his supply
too was exhausted. Each squirt was accompanied with his raspy groan.
Sam pulled the shirt from Eric's lap into his and
got it situated a moment later. Instead of thrusting, Sam began to
gyrate his hips in a sort of circular motion. Eric's grip went from
a fist to just two fingers and a thumb.
"Oooh yeeeahh! Ohyeahohyeahohyeahhhh...uuuuuooohhhh!" Sam's
maturing voice cracked and came out like a boyish squeak as the orgasm
prepared to take hold of him.
Sam's free hand locked into a death grip on
the carpeted floor and a harsh grimace took over his face. His body
gyrated backward, so that Eric's fingers were over the head of his prick,
and his white sperm poured out through the end of the foreskin like water
out of a faucet. His body moved forward, exposing the flaring head,
before it disappeared back into its hood and released another squirt.
"Ghaaaaaaah!" his voice shook and cracked as the second squirt poured
out of him.
Sam kept going on like for what seemed like forever until his cum finally stopped flowing.
All three boys fell backward into a lying position
and were quiet, awash in post-orgasmic afterglow. It was Eric who
finally broke the silence.
"Damn, Sam! When's the last time you jacked off? Though
you were never gonna stop cummin'!"
"I saved up for about a week." Sam answered.
"How'd you manage to last a week? The most I've been able to
make it is three days. Then, it was like my dick possessed me and
made me jack off!" Aaron said, making his friends laugh.
"We better get outta here before we're missed." Eric suggested, tucking
his now limp dick back into the fly of his khakis.
"I think I'm gonna try it the way you did it, Aaron. This fool
got some serious distance on that first shot." Sam remarked, also putting
himself away.
"But you sounded like you had the best orgasm, Eric. What were
you thinking about?" Aaron asked.
"Stickin' my dick into a woman with tits like the girl I showed you,
and with a shaved cunt and a fat "clitorius"." Eric pronounced it like
Aaron had earlier.
"Aw, fuck you!" Aaron smiled, and shoved Eric a little.
The boys made sure they had all the magazines back
in the backpack. Eric put the cum stained shirt into a plastic bag
and stuffed it into his backpack. He then took out a portable fan
and turned it on and let it blow in his face. It took me a second
to realize why. His orgasm had completely flushed him. He was
as red as a beet.
"Let me get some of that." Aaron took the fan from Eric and let it
blow in his face. His orgasm had also dealt him a round of flushness.
"I'm glad I'm black and I don't get all red like ya'll do after I jizz."
Sam remarked.
"It's like a total giveaway." Aaron complained.
"Hell yeah." Eric agreed.
They took a few more minutes to get themselves
back to an unobvious shade, before Eric put the fan away and the three
of them left the room.
I was breathless. I had just watched three teenaged boys
jack one another off to orgasm and then get up and leave and act like it
was no big thing. And as much as I wanted to be repulsed by the fact
that I had watched the whole thing, I realized that I wasn't. I liked
what I had seen. I knew that because my dick was harder than it had
ever been before and I was almost certain I had leaked pre-cum all over
my boxers.
Remembering that I was supposed to be going
somewhere, I looked down at my watch and was very relieved when I saw that
only ten minutes had gone by. I still had enough time to make it
to where I needed to be. I stood up from where I'd been hunched down.
The friction against the head of my dick created by my move almost sent
me directly over the edge. I had to fight hard to keep it from happening.
As I got ready to leave, disturbing thoughts started
flooding into my mind. Why had I liked what I'd seen? I had
never in life been even remotely attracted to other males, much less boys.
Yet, I was at full attention concerning the event that had just transpired.
Maybe it was because I had never seen another guy, besides myself, let
alone a boy jack off.
"It was because it was sex related." I told myself. "Guys get turned
on whenever they see or hear anything related to sex."
So why was I stressing out? Eric, Sam,
and Aaron were obviously straight boys who had simply used each other's
company as a means of getting off after reading the porno mags. That
was a normal thing for boys their age to do. And I just happened
to catch them in the act. It wasn't like I knew they were going to
do it and had planned to watch them or anything. It had all been
pure coincidence. Nothing more.
"What an interesting first day this is turning out to be."
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