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Idle Recreation (1/4) (mm, mf, teens)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Idle Recreation
A hisex novella composed by Nick Tails.
Preface
It's been over two years since my last piece of work, the
"Getting What You Really Want" series ended. Believe me, that's
not a tragedy. I can't begin to tell you how much I hate
admitting I wrote that stuff, mostly because I know it isn't very
good; The story really sucks, and the dialogue is unbeliveable.
I hope this story is better.
This story took a little over three months to write, from
idea to end of rewrites. It's still not perfect, but hey, with
this kind of literature you can't expect perfection. What I've
tried to create is a situation which is relatively believable,
with people that you could imagine in your mind. Most of the
stories that I've read are boring. There's something to be said
for cheap sex stories, yes, but the problem with them all is...
Well, first I usually go through with search and replace and
change all the names to names of people that I know. They're
what I call "skeleton" stories, you picture who you want to in
your mind. The stories aren't about people, they're about body
parts. I wanted something different.
I know that there are people who strictly read gay sex
stories like these for sex only, quick-get-it-over-with. If
that's your fancy, this novella is not for you. Believe me,
there's plenty of that out there for you to read. What I wanted
to do was create something with a little more story to the story.
I hit on that a little with the last series, and got some
electronic fan mail from some people who liked it. Well, three
people I think. I wanted to write something that people would
actually be interested in enough not to skip past all the
description and go straight to the sex. I don't know if this
will work. I'm hoping that some will like what I've tried to do.
As far as getting feedback, I've tried to set up a new
concept. Everyone here is familiar with the shareware concept as
it applies to computer software. The next logical step, I
figure, is to apply it to writing. If you like a program, you
send the author money, so why not say that if you like this
novella, send me money. "Sharetext" if you will. Send what you
want, but if you want a suggested figure, how about $5? $3 or
$4? I figure people pay $8 to $10 bucks for a novel from the
store, we can cut that price a little. And if you don't want to
send money, how about just sending me a card saying you like it?
Let me know if I'm wasting my time or not. If you're paranoid,
you don't have to put your name or a return address, but I would
ask at least a state so I know where it's coming from. Oh, and a
couple of things more; First, if you send a check, make it out to
Nick Tails. Second, if you make a donation to the cause for $10
or more, I'll send out an IBM floppy with the future parts. If
you'd like a WordPerfect format, tell me that, too. And third,
no matter what you send me, tell me what BBS you got this file
from.
Disclaimer
This story, its characters and the locations they reside in,
with the except of the city of Houston, Texas, and businesses
mentioned in the text, are completely within the author's
imagination. There is no connection with the Houston Recreation
Center in this story and any actual recreation center that has or
now exists (which really is too bad).
This material is for the sole purpose of adult reading.
This text makes no mention, on purpose, of any sexual activity
between minors and adults. It is expected that the reader
understand this material is fiction.
Chapter One
I was coming...just a little bit more. The skin on my cock
was raw, my hand moving with lightening speed across my libido.
More. More. The foreskin was tight. Up and down. Harder.
I bounced on the bed, my left hand jacking and my right
rubbing my nuts. I was thinking sexy thoughts. I could feel my
sperm crawling. My butt was sweating onto the cover of the bed I
was on. Stroke it more. More, more and ...
I shot. The thin liquid ran out of the tip of my penis onto
my belly. Pumping very slowly, the slow that it dribbles down to
when you jackoff too often to build up any pressure when you
come. I finished and just lied there, watching the door.
Milking the last bits out, I got up and grabbed my towel and
wiped it up. It's very strange. I love the taste of other's
come, but somehow I just don't enjoy drinking my own. Maybe
because I haven't found an effective way to get it into my mouth
before it gets cold and it tastes terrible.
I start noticing the sounds outside my door. Multiple
shower heads going, lots of kids talking. I turned on the TV in
the room, and hit a series of switches. The hidden cameras show
all the kids dressing and undressing for the pool. No one doing
anything exciting, so I don't bother turning on the VCR and
taping any of it.
Adam Traugott. Fourteen years young, and I work in the
Houston Recreation Center. The locker rooms here are strange.
Most places just have a men and women side. Here, Troy (my boss
and the owner) decided to go one step further. The locker rooms
are subdivided into boys, men, girls and women sections. I work
in the boys section. If you're under 18, you're put here. Some
complain, most don't care.
The room with the bed where I'm at is a little addition from
my office. I'm primarily a towel boy, do odd jobs for the people
on my side. Keep order, etc. And then there are my other
services, the ones Troy has me do. I jack someone off for a
buck, two will get you a blow job, three for a tongue-fuck (my
personal favorite), and four bucks for a butt-fuck, either way.
I do people of any age, and I do girls as well (I'm bisexual).
My favorite are the kids my age, 13 to 15.
I have a girlfriend, Julie, whom I have sex with about once
a week. She usually comes here, to my 'bedroom' at the rec
center, since her parents are always home.
My phone rings and I get off the bed, my dick dangling still
hard. It's Troy.
"Are you available?" He's shouting into the phone.
"Sure."
"There's a kid, he wants you. I sent him to your office."
"Consider it done." I hang up the phone, and grab my
swimsuit. It's one of those nylon tight ones, the type that
outline everything I've got. Another one of Troy's ideas. You
might say that essentially Troy is my pimp, and I'm kind of a
slut. That would probably be true, except Troy is also my dad.
Stepdad, yes. He's only 25, too young to be my real dad. I was
a foster kid, he and his wife (who has since split) got me. I
had been fucking kids at the place I was put for a while, and
Troy found this out. So he put me to work at his business, the
rec center.
I glance out the window, and see this blond kid sitting in
my chair. He's probably 13 I would guess. I still don't know
how Troy finds out if kids want to be fucked, but I suspect it's
a scare tactic.
"Hi. I'm Adam." I'm walking into the office from the
adjacent bedroom and greet him. He looks up.
"Brandon."
"What can I do to you?"
"The guy out front said you could help me, well..."
"Got the picture," I say, cutting him off. "You haven't
been here before, have you?"
"To the rec center?"
"No, to me." He shakes his head, so I pull out a card and
hand it to him. "Fill this out real quick, if you could." He
starts filling out the card, and I check him out. He's wearing
shorts and a muscle shirt, which he doesn't exactly fill out, but
he's not skinny. The shorts are loose, so I can't tell anything.
He hands me the card.
The one thing that Troy did for me that's really nice is get
me a computer. I have the kids fill out question cards, and I
jot info into the computer. It saves a lot of embarrassing
situations. Plus, each kid gets a number that he can, get this,
dial into my computer and make appointments with a touchtone
phone. Enter the number, enter the day, enter the time in
military, and you have an appointment. Innovation, eh?
I run through the questions. I was right, he's 13. First
name Brandon, lives in Houston, visits the rec center about twice
a week. One sister, same age. Jacks frequently, doesn't like
mouth kissing, but likes hugs. Is completely a virgin, but has
circle-jerked with some friends. Is cut, not sure of penis
length. I tap the info into the computer, jot down 1237 on the
card, give him a card with that number, then destroy the
questionaire. The computer is all password encoded, so I don't
have to worry about anyone getting into it, including Troy.
"Come here, Brandon." I get up and take his hand, and lead
him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He's very
nervous. "What would you like from me?"
"I don't know...I'm kind of new at this."
"What did you talk to Troy about?"
"Who?"
"The guy out front. That's Troy."
"Not very much. He asked if I thought about sex a lot, and
if I wanted someone to help me out. He said you could, and I
ended up here."
I nod. "Are you set financially?" He looks confused, so I
reword the question. "Is money a problem?"
"No, I've got 10 bucks or so that's mine."
"Well, Brandon, you don't seem to have any limitations, but
since it's your first time, I don't want to scare you with
anything. Do you want to lie down with me?" He nods, so I lead
him down and put him up against me, facing him, both of us on our
sides. "Can I take off your shirt?"
"Sure," he tells me. I pull his shirt off. His chest, as
expected, is baby smooth and hairless. I toss the shirt onto a
chair behind me, and start rubbing his chest. He pulls away a
little at first, but slowly me lets me and then appears to be
enjoying it.
"You said in the questions that you've circle-jerked before,
right?" He nods. "Tell me what that's like."
"Well, it was over at my friend's house. Jon, he invited
about four of us over. His parents weren't home so we started
getting into his dad's liquor. Before too long, we were all kind
of wasted." He smiles for the first time since he'd been here.
"So Dave, that's one of my other friends that Jon invited, starts
talking about this girl at school. He starts in on her tits and
her pussy and everything, and we're all kind of hot by now."
I pull him closer and stare into his eyes, and he returns
the stare. "So then he's got this real big hard-on, and Jon says
something about it, and Dave pulls it out and starts stroking
off. Then Gary, that's this other kid, does the same thing, so
well ...we all were jacking off together."
I put my hand on his shorts, and I can feel him very firm.
Talking about jerking has really gotten him hard. I put my arms
around his back, and squeeze him against me, and I can feel his
cock press into my own.
"I think you're ready, Brandon." He nods slightly, and I
pull off his shoes by holding each shoe between my own feet, and
letting him pull them off. They're kicked off the bed, and I
pull his shorts down and take them off. His underwear is wet,
like he wore them under a bathing suit he swam in. I get rid of
those and take off my own suit.
"Do you know what fellatio is, Brandon?" He shakes his
head. "Then I'll show you." I move down his body, and push him
over onto his back. I crawl in between his legs, spreading them
to accommodate my body as I do so. His dick is an absolute rock,
and although he has some pubic hair, his nuts are hairless,
giving clue to the fact that he hasn't been going through puberty
for very long.
"Are you ready for me, Brandon?"
"Sure," he tells the ceiling. I glide my tongue over his
cock, making him jump. He shivers slightly, but his cock swells,
stretching the tight skin even more. Taking my cue, I put my
mouth over the head of his penis, running my tongue underneath
his small mushroom head. I start running my tongue along the
backside, and slowly swallow the entire organ.
"Oh God, this isn't something...this is...Are you sure...Oh
God, this is great...why haven't...Adam...oh..." He moans in
pleasure, and his vein is pulsing. I put my hands underneath his
buns, and feel them sweat. Pumping up and down, I glide over his
cock and suck out pre-cum juices.
He pushes his pelvis into me further. He moans faster, and
his teenage body is about ready to shoot. Kids this age never
take very long. With a loud yell, he bucks up and sprays the
thin come of a young teen into my mouth. It's short, and he soon
calms down and I look at him. He's grinning this big grin and
just stares at me.
I crawl up and wrap my arms around him again, and he does
the same. "You did it," I tell him behind his back. He gets me
tight, then lets go.
"I have to go. My parents are probably home." I help him
up, get him dressed, and put my swimsuit back on. "How much do I
owe you?"
"How about one fifty. You can have the beginner price." He
smiles big, digs the money out of his pocket, and hands it to me.
"If you ever need me, the number and my phone number are on that
card I gave you."
"I'll call. Believe me, I'll call," he says, still
grinning. He hugs me quick again, then walks out the door. A
moment passes, then I walk back to the VCR and rewind the tape.
I sit for a moment, watching myself blow Brandon and watch the
look on his face, something I don't get to see when I'm stuffed
full of someone's meat. He was smiling with his eyes closed all
the way through. I write his name and ID number on a card, to
catalogue the tapes, then fast-forward it to get it ready for the
next person.
Chapter Two
The recreation center is a big place for kids around here.
There are two elementary schools, one junior high, a high school
within a mile, and a private yearround school. The latter, the
one I go to, is on vacation right now, so we get kids in during
the afternoon we normally don't have. My guess is that Brandon
goes there, since it was only two or so. Since it's a large
school, there's a lot of kids I don't know.
About three thirty is when most of them head in. It's about
that time, and I check the schedule on the screen. 1205 and
1206. Those are a couple of people I see pretty often. They
belong to two brothers. Actually, there's four in the family.
Aron, Derek, Noah and Trevor. It's easy to remember who's
oldest, because they were all named in alphabetical order. Aron
is 12, Derek is 11. They're the only two that have hit puberty,
and consequently the two that see me. Noah and Trevor are 9 and
8. Aron told me that the two youngest like to play with each
other's cocks, but it's more just for good feeling, and not
really getting into it.
However, Aron and Derek are a couple of hot fucking kids.
They both have brown hair, and are really good. Aron looks older
than he is, closer to my age. He wears these tight sweats all
the time that outline his ass, and doesn't wear underwear with
them. From what I understand, his mother doesn't know that,
which is probably for the best. I jacked him once through his
sweatpants, and it drove him crazy.
Derek is a bit more conservative. The first time I did it
with him (I just gave him a greased hand job to start), he was
scared he would get caught all the way through. He's more
relaxed now, but he only comes in with his brother. Aron has
visited me on his own, though, and the two younger are always in
the pool while they're with me.
Three thirty rolls around and Aron comes into the office.
He's wearing, of course, the sweats, white if you're wondering.
"Adam," he calls.
"Gee, what are you doing here?" He smiles.
"I brought you some money."
"Where's Derek?"
"Changing. He'll be here in a moment."
I often wonder why he and his brother don't screw each other
at home and save their money. Not that I mind, of course. It's
probably because Aron loves getting tongue fucked. I mean, loves
it. As far as I know, to Derek the idea of him putting his
tongue up his brother's ass is a complete turnoff. So Aron comes
to me.
Derek walks in dressed in jeans and a shirt that reads "Here
comes another fucking kid." I know for a fact that he only wears
that to me, and his parents don't know he has it.
I check the computer, see my next person is in half an hour,
a female no less, so we walk into the bedroom.
"See where Noah and Trevor are, will you?" Derek asks me. I
flip the TV on, find them in one of the toilet stalls in the
restroom section. They've got their hands on each other's
pricks, as I told you, and are both smiling about it.
"They look happy to me," I tell Derek. Derek shrugs and I
shut off the set. "We now have Kiddie-Rubbers in colors, guys,"
I tell them. They both smile.
When Troy and his ex were still together, they had been
having sex about every day. He's a real safe sex person, never
really liked kids. Only one problem, Troy's dick is small.
Smaller than normal. So he began ordering these special condoms
from some company in Gary, Indiana, that were specially made for
men with small penises. When I came along and discovered this, I
quickly discovered that they fit myself very well, as with most
of the kids I have sex with. Someone nicknamed them Kiddie-
Rubbers and the name stuck. I don't exactly worry about disease
with kids, but almost all of them like to use them for one reason
or another.
By this time, Derek had pulled one out, a red one. He
strips nude, his 11 year old dick hard as a stick, and unrolls it
on himself, and starts strutting around the room. Aron and I
laugh, and I fall on the bed and pull Derek on top of me. I kiss
him on the mouth (both brothers liked to do that, I learned from
the questionnaires), and turn to Aron. He pulls off his sweats
and shirt, and then both brothers turn to me.
Aron takes a flying leap on me, and straddles my chest while
Derek strips me clean. Aron takes off my shirt (I had put on
more clothes since this morning) and then straddles me the
opposite way. He spreads his cheeks and puts his butt against my
face.
Derek, meanwhile, had opened one of the cabinets and grabbed
the KY. He gets up on the bed, between my legs, and lifts my
legs over his shoulders, letting my calfs dangle down his back.
Opening the tube, he smears his own cock and tosses the tube on
the floor, then moves his dick closer to my ass.
I move Aron's ass a little toward my face, then put my
tongue deep into it. Aron groans. I told you this was his
favorite activity. Derek gets himself ready, takes a breath, and
pushes his cock into my ass and starts pumping.
I run my tongue in and out of his ass, letting Aron ride my
face. He wiggles a little, and I probe deeper, seeing what I can
find.
"How do you feel, Adam?" Derek asks.
"Mrrrrrphhrrrlllll," I tell him, still making love to Aron's
butt. I'm enjoying this, I'm alive, I'm getting paid for it,
too. Derek is pumping, and he's about to come. With Aron, it
takes a while. Derek is a fast-comer, mostly due to the fact
he's a, well, newcomer. He's only been spurting sperm since
September.
I'm digging in Aron's ass when Derek starts yelling. "I'm
coming...I'm coming..." and then he starts laughing. He's the
only kid I know that laughs when he comes. I feel him rub his
prick inside me, faster, then he stops, then goes very slow,
finally pulling out. Since he's wearing one of the Kiddie-
Rubbers, I can't feel him come inside, but I know he has.
Aron is rubbing against my face with regular rhythm now. I
consistently push in and out in his butt, and he's loving it. In
and out, deeper...
"Why is the VCR running?" Derek asks. I stop for a moment,
Aron looks and Derek who's looking at me. Aron gets up for a
moment, and I look at the two of them.
"I'm taping this," I tell them. I'm horny and rock hard and
the last thing I want to do is have a discussion, but they're
curious.
"You tape all your sex?" Aron asks. Instead of answering
him, I get up and walk to a tall closet. I open it for them, and
the long line of video tapes stands before them.
"All the blue labels are the regular acts with kids. The
green are with girls," I tell them.
"What are the white labels?" Derek asks.
"The best ones." Aron pulls out one of the white labels and
walks to the VCR. He stops it, pulls the current tape out and
puts the white one in. He hits play, and sits on the bed with
Derek and I.
On the screen, I see myself and this other kid. Mike or
Mickey or something. He was 16, and we're both on the bed. I'm
on all fours, he's wearing one of the rubbers and fucking me,
while jacking me at the same time.
"Walking mother-fucker," Derek says. "I never knew you did
this with others."
"What do you think he does all day, dipshit?" Aron laughs.
Since I'm in the middle of the trio, and Derek is on my right, I
grab his cock (still in rubber) with my left hand and slowly jack
him.
"Would it help for you to know you have an act on the tape?"
I ask Derek.
"Which one?"
"The first one. Just me jacking you off, but it's the only
one you've ever done with just you and me." Aron jumps up and
looks at the index card.
"1206. Found it!" Aron yells. He fast forwards the tape to
the spot with Derek and plays it, then sits back down. "Jesus,
Derek, I never knew your dick was that small. Look at it, he has
it with just two fingers." Derek looks hurt.
"Hey, fucker," I tell Aron. "I remember your dick was that
small." Aron smiles and watches the tape. I stroke Derek and
kiss him, wanting to make him come again. I get on all fours,
right over him. He moves back, and I strip off his rubber. Aron
picks it up from the bed, and unrolls it on himself, pressing his
brother's come against the tip of his cock. Aron then gets
behind me and starts to fuck me.
I take long licks on Derek's prick, then start to suck on
the head, slowly taking it in. He's propped himself on his
elbows, and his head falls back as he shuts his eyes. Aron grabs
my cock with his right hand, and starts to pump me as he
continues fucking. He goes faster, and I suck with vigor on
Derek. He starts laughing again and pumps out thin come into my
mouth. Derek drops down and starts kissing me as Aron continues.
Aron's strokes are getting longer and longer. His breathing
is heavy and deep, the only sounds which make him sound like the
adult which he is not. I'm making out with Derek when Aron
groans. He presses into me hard, causing me to fall down on top
of Derek, which of course, is just fine. Aron pulls out and
strips the rubber from his raw cock.
"You won't be able to add this to your collection, will
you?" Aron asks. I stop kissing Derek, letting him fall back,
and look at Aron.
"Why?"
"You forgot to start taping again." I look at the screen.
The just-reached-puberty Derek has been finished on tape, and the
screen now shows a high schooler unloading his nuts in my ass. I
feel bad about it. This one was really good.
Aron walks out of the room, once again donned in his sweats.
Derek watches him leave with me, then he closes the door and
leaves the two of us in the bedroom.
"When can I see you next?" he asks me.
"I don't know, when are you and your brother free? Just
whenever..."
"No, no...Just you and me. I've decided I want you to
myself once." Since he's shorter than me, he hops up and wraps
his legs around my waist, and I hold his ass in my hands to
support him.
"When do you want me?" I ask him.
"I have a doctor's appointment. Tomorrow at one. I'm
getting out of school, I'll be done by two but I'm not going
back. I can come here, Aron won't be with me."
"I don't think I have anyone else at two, but if I do, I'll
move them." Derek kisses me lightly, then again harder. He
holds his mouth against mine, then drops down and opens the door.
"I'll see you."
"I know," I tell him. He walks out the door. Aron has
dropped an envelope which I know to be money on my desk. They
walk out, grabbing the two littlest ones as they go, and
disappear behind the walls.
I bring up the computer, my next appointment. It's a woman,
so I head off to the other locker room.
Leslie is the locker attendant for the girls and women's
sides. She's a little older than I am, 16, but she does exactly
the same things that I do. We switch places throughout the day
because there are girls that want to do it with me just like
there are guys for her. I've laid her only once myself, maybe
because she treated me more like one of the guys she fucks than a
real person. I don't like her and I'm sure her feelings towards
me are the same but who really cares? She does have a great
body, tight ass and the whole bit. She was in her office when I
walked in the door.
"Do you have anybody in my office?" I ask her. She looks at
me.
"Yes."
Then she looks back at the computer she has, and nothing
more is said. Forgetting about carrying a conversation, I walk
into the back room. Her bedroom is more decorated than mine.
There's teddy bears and shit all over the place. Mine is just a
basic room, bed, TV. Looks more like a cheap motel room than
anything. Hers looks like I would imagine her room at home.
Incidentally, having my room look like a cheap motel room was not
planned, it just turned out that way.
The lady is sitting on the bed, looks like she just got off
work. She's 17, blond, small tits. She has this thing about
young guys. Like my age.
"Hi. Adam Traugott."
"Tina," she says, in a voice clearly not human. Now we know
what her problem is: her voice. We're talking mouse voice here.
I quickly remember what her card had said when Leslie had
brought it up for me to look at. Isn't kinky, likes straight sex
with young teens, tit rubs, and doesn't like a lot of talk during
sex (Thank God!).
She grabs me when I walk by her and flings herself on top of
me.
"I think today's going to be great!" she tells me. She gets
up and stands in front of me, then starts to strip for me. Her
blouse and bra come off, freeing her great breasts, something
that Julie never had. She takes off this skirt and goes down to
her panties, and I start stripping myself. She comes over and
lays down next to me and finishes undressing me and her. Her
cunt is absolutely dripping as she takes me on.
She is so tight I can't believe it. This chick must not
fuck anyone. Probably her voice. She takes control of the
humping, but I put my hands on her tits and massage them. She's
going slow, taking her time, wrapping her hot cunt around my
dick.
"Oh shit!" I yell out. She stops for a moment and looks at
me. "I forgot the rubber."
"Oh, don't worry," she tells me. "I'm on the pill, it's not
a big deal." She starts humping me again, and my cock slides
smoothly in and out of her pussy. She takes a hand down and rubs
my balls while I run my tongue across her left tit. It makes her
speed up, and I rub my face in between them both.
"OoOOOOhhhh..." She starts to groan and speeds up even
more. Her beaver is moving faster and faster and I can feel
myself getting ready to shoot. Finally, not being able to hold
back, I cream into her cunt, and fall back. She has an orgasm
herself, and almost as quickly as she started, she pulls off from
me and lies down.
"Do you smoke?" she asks me.
"No."
"Good, neither do I." She rises off the bed and starts to
dress, and another episode of the teenage hooker comes to a
close.
Chapter Three
Shaun is 13, almost 14, and is definitely a hot kid who
knows what he's doing. He comes in every day after school and
fucks me.
He's sitting in my office when I get back, wearing a cutoff
shirt that shows his stomach (which looks cuter and hotter than
hell on him), and jeans. He's got brown hair and a 'country boy'
type face.
"You're late," he tells me.
"Sorry. Come on in," as I open the door. He follows me in
and I shut it.
"Are you free tomorrow about 3:00?"
"I think so, but I'm not sure," I tell him. Is that when
you want to come in?"
"No, this is something else. They're having a stroking
contest at Jack-off Point tomorrow at that time and I figured you
might want to be there, at least to watch."
"At where?" I ask him.
"Oh that's right, you don't know about that place."
"Inform me," I tell him.
He smiles for a moment, then starts his explanation. "I
live down by the school, and right off from the school down 4th
there's a big field and it slopes off into a ditch, ok? So down
at the bottom there's a runoff ditch on a bank, and a cement
bridge that runs right over it. The bridge is only about four
feet wide, I don't know why it's there, but the edge is almost
over the embankment.
"This is on my way home like it is for a lot of kids. So I
was walking down there, and it turns out that a bunch of kids go
down there and take their pants off, sit on the edge of the
bridge over the bank and just jack off. So it got named Jack-off
Point. It turns out that you're considered cool if your first
time to come was shooting off the bridge. So naturally I lied
and told them it was for me."
"Sounds like a place I ought to go to with my camera," I
tell Shaun.
"I wouldn't recommend that. There was this one time a kid
tried that, and the kids that were stroking peters saw him, so
they grabbed him and not only did they break the camera, but they
tied him up and set him down on the bottom under the bridge, then
all went back up and when they came, it landed all over him. He
was there for like two hours and when he finally got undone, he
was covered with that shit."
"Point made, what about the contest?"
"Oh, that. Well, about every month a bunch of guys get
together and have this contest. You know how kids used to see
how far they could spit?" I nod. "Well, this is a test on how
far they can shoot come. They all get there and sign up and have
to jack off. Then they come back in a week and all go for it.
If you can try not to come for a week, you can build up pressure
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