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Idle Recreation (2/4) (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.
and try the contest. I couldn't do that, there's no way I could
not touch myself for a week."
I laugh and make plans to attend this. "Is this the
beginning or did they do that last week?"
"No, this is the contest. Our old champion moved away a
couple of weeks ago, so it's completely up for grabs." He
pauses, placing his hand on my butt. He says quitely, "Now
enough talking, I want to fuck you now."
I smile and start getting undressed. He strips off his
clothes and shows his rock hard teendick, and I crawl in the bed.
He walks over to my drawer and grabs a yellow Kiddie-Rubber,
lubes it, then gets in the bed with me.
I like on my back and wrap my legs around him and he puts
the tip of his dick against my hole.
"Ready?" he asks me.
"Shaun, I'm always ready." He runs his cock into me, and he
starts to hump away. His body is soft, that's the one thing that
I like about him. He's an expert with sex ever since he started
with me about a year ago. He moves slow with as long of strokes
as his dick will allow. I put my hands on his asscheeks. He
pushes his cock into my ass as far as he can, letting his balls
gently tap against my body, then pulls back.
"Shaun, how often do you go down and jack off with those
other guys?"
"Every day. Afterwards I come here. I'm a horny kid." I
laugh as he smiles and begins to move a little faster. He lies
down on top of me, running his hands through my hair, and drops
his chin over my shoulder. He kisses my cheek as he does so, and
I massage his young buns.
His balls, relatively small and hairless but full of come
keep tapping against the valley of my ass. He groans a soft,
childlike groan and presses further into me. His body may be
soft, but his boycock is rock hard, that young teenage hard that
you just don't get at any other time in life. He groans a little
louder.
His cock is swelling in my ass. As I massage his ass I can
feel a fine layer of sweat forming. He rocks his hips as he
kisses me behind my ear, and I briefly think I hear him whisper
"I love you" to me.
He gradually builds speed as he moves his young cock, his
groaning becomes more audible, his cock harder. His body doesn't
move expect for his thighs, his loins that are sweating and
making his skin slick.
He pumps in and out with a quick pace and presses his chest
against mine. His short cock is moved almost out of me, then he
presses back into my butt, almost at the speed of a rabbit. He
groans a little, humping my ass. He wraps his hands around my
back. I've watched the tapes of him fucking me, and it's funny
to watch him have sex. He keeps his chest against mine, and his
head dropped over my shoulder, staring at the bed.
He starts grunting which is my cue, under Shaun's
instructions, to put my finger into his butt. He says it makes
him come more. I do this and he gets louder, and I can feel his
small body shudder as he rams into me for a final time and he
starts pumping his liquid through his pecker and making the
plastic end bulge. His breathing is heavy, and finally he slows
and pulls out.
"It's the best every time," he tells me. I know for a fact
Shaun has three or four sex acts on my Greatest Hits tape. He is
good.
I'm sitting in my office reading when Julie walks in.
"Hello," she tells me, then grabs me and squeezes my ass.
"Have you been waiting for me?"
"Forever." I kiss her then bring her into the bedroom. She
lies down beside me and we start to kiss again. I pull her shirt
off, briefly interrupting the frenching, and feel her firm tits
in my hands.
I strip off my shirt while she finishes getting undressed.
She has great tits, bigger than most girls her age. I slip down
on the bed, and she fingers her cunt for a moment, then straddles
my face, putting her beaver over my lips. I tongue fuck this
horny chick and she moans and rides my face. I'm moving in and
out with my tongue and she rocks back and forth. She undoes my
pants and pulls them off and leans over in a sixty-nine position.
She starts to suck my cock while I'm eating her pussy and we
both are grunting. I haven't had my own cock sucked for a while,
too busy sucking everyone else's, and I know it's been a while
since she's been tongued.
Her beaver is getting hot from my breath and she pulls away
and off me, then turns around to face me.
"Pick a color," I tell her. She looks blank, so I pull out
several assorted packages of the Kiddie-Rubbers and show her.
"When did you get these?" she asks me.
"A couple of days ago. They sent them to us by mistake, but
everybody likes them, so we'll probably start ordering these."
"I like this one," as she picks a green one, and I quickly
unroll it on my peter and then get myself ready. I lie on top of
her as she stares at me. My cock is hard and aches from wanting
her deep twat so badly. I put my tip against her beaver and
start to poke her pussy deep and she moans.
I slowly stroke in and out as I run my tongue across her
tits while fucking her. My balls are hot and so is she. Her
pussy is tighter than I remember, and she wraps her legs around
me, pulling my ass closer to her body. Her tits are hard and
sweating. I move my face in and tickle the underside of her
breasts with my tongue.
"Adam...Adam..." she's moaning while I pump my dick in her
cunt. She helps me along and pushes her breasts into my face.
Her swolen clit is wrapped around my teencock as she moves up and
down with force and vigor.
With pure force, I jam my hips and press. I can feel myself
start to come. My own sperm drives through my cock as my body
shudders. Four or five spurts, a lot for someone who's fucking
as often as I am. But she hasn't come yet. She's about to and I
keep pumping for a moment afterwards as she drives her nails into
my back as she comes. I slow down, kiss her gently, pull out of
her and fall back. She falls with me and I kiss her tit lightly,
then stare at her for a moment in the dim light.
"Whoa," she tells me. A light bead of sweat has formed on
her forehead that she wipes away. "So who's going to be the boy
that joins us?" she asks. I look at her with a blank expression.
"I told you I thought it would be good if we had a three-way kind
of thing."
"A three-way kind of thing. Now what would you do if you
had a three-way kind of thing."
"Don't make fun of me," she says, slapping my chest. I
distinctly remember asking you if one of your boys would like to
make it with a couple."
"Oh that. I don't know. There's this one kid, Shaun, he
would be great. But I don't know if he'd be interested in girls.
He's the one who talks and has sex like he's 25, you remember I
told you about him."
"I remember. Ask him. When do you see him?"
"Every day. He's got something going on by where he lives,
so I'll see him tomorrow."
"That's not that Whack contest they're having, is it?"
"Whack-off," I tell her. "Or Jack-off. Not just whack.
And it is, how do you know about it?"
"Everybody in school knows about it. It got kind of boring
for the last few months. This one kid always won, so people
started not showing up, but..."
"But he moved, I heard," I tell her. "Shaun told me all
about it earlier today. Are you going to show up?"
"Of course."
"Aren't they afraid of the police or somebody from school
showing up, a teacher or something?"
"Oh, they have before, they just don't do anything. I mean,
what are they going to charge them with, coming on public
property? Besides, none of the kids are older than 15, so they
pretty much leave them alone. And all the cream keeps the weeds
down."
I check the clock and discover it's almost 9 at night. We
shut the place down at nine and have to have everyone cleared out
by no later than 9:30. I walk into the locker room and hear
voices come from the back. Quickly going into the office, I go
through the cameras and see who's there. Three guys, all about
17 are standing around. They look like they're drunk but feeling
bold I head back there. Apparently the three are the only ones
left in my section of the locker room.
"...and so I asked her 'Hey, do you want to fuck?' and she
looks at me and walks over to me right?" One of the guys is
storytelling to the other two.
"So did you fuck her?"
"What do you mean 'Did I fuck her?' Of course I fucked her.
No, no she fucked me, man." They all break into this hysterical
laughter and I'm sure by now these guys are wasted. I pop into
view in front of them.
"Guys, we're closed. Are you about done?" I tell them. The
oldest, a blond older teen who's just wearing shorts sees me.
"Hey, kid, come here," he calls. I'm not really interested
in anything but getting them out of here, but I go over by him
anyway. He grabs me and swings his arm around my shoulders and
talks to the other two. "Guys, this is my little brother.
Peter. Do you know why they call him 'Peter'?" At this point
they all start laughing drunkenly again.
"Does Peter suck your peter for you, Gary?" one of the
others asks the one that is holding me. 'Gary' turns to me.
"I don't know, little brother, do you suck my peter?"
"Only if you have the two bucks," I tell him. They all go
'ooooo' like they've discovered something special, and Gary digs
in his pocket and pulls out some money.
"Here you go, brother, a two dollar bill." I quickly glance
at the twenty he's just handed me and shove it in my pocket. He
straddles the bench that runs down between the rows of lockers
and pulls his shorts down. His semi-hard cock shows up, cut, and
he gets his two friends on either side of him. Gary puts his
arms on the shoulders of his friends. "Okay Peter, go for it."
The two friends start chanting "Peter" over and over, and I
figure 'What the hell' and sit down on the bench, straddled, and
move up to him.
I take in his cock, now starting to get hard, and move it
into my throat. It starts to get harder as I run my tongue
alongside the rough shaft. His balls hang low under the shaft,
and I quickly rub his nuts with my palm while I continue to blow
him.
The guy starts to grunt and shuts his eyes. The two friends
continue chanting and laughing at the same time. I run my tongue
over his mushroom head and tickle the underside with the tip. I
start to move in and out along his stiff prick, taking it in and
then letting most of it out and repeating.
His nuts are shrinking and the guy is about to spurt. He
pulls the friends closer to him and yells something
unintelligible before spraying warm come. I suck the life juices
out of him before standing up and confronting him. They two
friends are cheering and Gary is about to pass out from a
combination of pleasure and alcohol.
"Now that was a trip," he tells me.
"Five minutes," I say, then turn to walk off. I walk back
into my office, where Troy is standing in front of me.
"Not a bad job," he tells me. I shut off the TV he's been
watching.
"They gave me twenty. You get your one, I get my one and
the eighteen dollar tip," I tell him. He laughs and walks out of
the locker room. I bring up the computer and check the schedule
tomorrow. Fortunately, no one is scheduled for that Jack-off
contest, (why should anyone show, they'll all be there too), and
I block out that time period so no one can call in and schedule
during then.
The three guys stagger out, waving at me as they pass the
window of the office. I wave back, glad that they're leaving.
I walk around the locker room, checking out the lockers.
One locker is shut, so I grab my keys and open it. A duffel bag
reveals someone's clothes. This happens occasionally, someone
comes here and changes, then leaves with friends or whatever and
forgets their stuff. They'll probably be back for it tomorrow.
I find a wallet, but no license so he's probably under 16.
There is a library card, name 'Justin Wells', a name that I
recognize. He also has a couple of the Kiddie-Rubbers in his
wallet, as if he's going to get lucky with anyone other than me.
I grab the bag and go back to the office. Going to the
cabinet, I locate a tape with an act with Justin, and play it. I
find myself fucking him on tape, an unusual change considering I
generally receive the fuck. In his duffel bag, I find a pair of
socks, and the jock aroma hits me. That's something I have to
admit, sweat does turn me on.
I strip off my clothes and watch the tape, leaving his
clothes and his scent near me. On the tape, I'm going pretty
good. He's a blond kid, 14. I'm french kissing the kid while
fucking him, and my own erection now is pretty firm. I grab one
of his socks and inhale deeply.
I grab my cock and jerk it while I watch the screen. Justin
comes in the rec center pretty often, but hasn't seen me for a
while, at least a month. I jerk pretty fast and take in the
scent of his sweat. As I am almost ready to come, I quickly slip
his sock over my cock and finish myself off, spraying the hot cum
into his clothing, pressing my sperm into the toe of his sock. I
remove it, put the sock together with everything else back in the
bag and zip it back up. I walk into the locker room and shove
the bag into his locker and slam it shut.
Going back to the TV, I stop and pull out the tape and
replace it on the shelf. I shut the power off, turn the lights
off in the office and locker room and walk outside where Troy is.
He locks the door.
"What took you so long, Adam?"
"Felt like jerking. Sorry if I kept you waiting."
"Feel like doing anything tonight?" he asks me.
I shrug. "Not really."
"Listen, I was going to talk to you. I've got some
people..." His voice trails off as he looks in the rearview
mirror. I turn around in my seat to see what he's looking at.
Someone is at the doors of the rec center, hunched over and
panting. With the parking lot light, I recognize the cut-off
shirt and exposed belly, and I open the car door. As I run up to
him, I yell out.
"Shaun!" He looks up, and looks like he's ready to run.
"Adam Traugott." He sees it's me and walks towards me. When he
reaches me, he grabs me tight, and I can tell he's half scared to
death over something. The light from above makes me feel like
we're standing in a spotlight, so I move us over to the side and
sit down on the cement siding along the grass with him. Shaun is
still grabbing me tight and half-crying.
"Adam...I..(sob)..I need to...Can I stay with you or
something?"
"Shaun, what happened?"
"My dad...he's being mean or (sniffle) I just need to stay
away from him tonight." I help him up and bring him to the car
where Troy is standing outside.
"Could you open the back door?" I ask of Troy. Troy figures
I know what I'm doing and doesn't question anything. I help
Shaun in, then get in the back seat with him. "He's going to
stay with us tonight, is that okay?" Troy nods and shuts the
door, then opens his and gets in. Shaun is trembling a little
less now, but has looked out the window more than once. I kiss
him lightly and hold him until we get home.
Chapter Four
I'm in this weird state. I know I'm dreaming but things are
almost too realistic. I'm in the bottom of the swimming pool at
the rec center. There is no water in the pool and it's
completely dry. I look up onto the edge of the pool and see
Troy. He's dressed in black. Then all these people start
appearing, all the way around the pool. At first I don't
recognize any of them, Troy is the only one. Before long I find
Julie's face in the crowd. Suddenly I see some of my neighbors,
people from school, all the kids that come to see me. The three
drunks in the locker room are there, Aron and Derek are there.
One of them points at me, but no words are spoken. The guy
starts to laugh. A few more start to laugh, and it gradually
expands to the point where all of them are laughing. I look down
at myself and find that my entire body is now made out of Jell-O.
I'm quivering and shaky and I can't move.
I wake up in a general state of confusion. Why can't I
dream of jumping off cliffs like everybody else?
Waking up, I hear breathing. Shaken into reality, I find
that Shaun's body is pressed against mine. I'm on my side like
Shaun, and he is behind me, his chin hanging over my shoulder,
arms wrapped around my chest. He's still asleep, and I smile as
I remember the last time he had his chin over my shoulder.
I glance at the clock. 5:45 am. There is daylight outside,
the light that illuminates the earth just before the sun comes
up. My alarm isn't due to go off until 7:00, but I can't get
back to sleep. I slowly turn within Shaun's arms and face him,
and put my hands around him to pull him close to me. I look at
him, his boyish face, his light brown hair, and it all comes back
to me how he ended up here. I wonder for a moment what happened,
and I almost wish that he was awake for me to ask. Almost. It
scares me to know, but I don't know why it scares me. It's like
it's a little secret that I want to know but if I find out there
will be consequences. Like the childhood fear of the monster in
the closet. The door is cracked, and you know as long as you
don't go near, it will stay that way. But the primal fear comes
up that if you open the door and look, something inside,
something dark and deadly will take you and not let you return.
I shake the unpleasant thought and drift back to sleep.
Halfway through a repeat of the Jell-O dream my alarm goes
off. I reach to shut it off, disturbing Shaun. We're in the
same position I put us in an hour ago, holding each other. He
looks at me with a blank expression, like he doesn't recognize
me. He smiles slightly when he opens his eyes enough, but the
smile disappears when he obviously remembers the circumstances of
how he arrived at my house.
"How are you this morning?" I ask him. He doesn't look at
me.
"I'm okay," he whispers. I put my hand on his head and pull
him against my chest. He gives me a hug. "Do me a favor."
"Hmmm?" I ask.
"Don't ask me what happened."
"The closet remains cracked."
"What?" he asks me, completely confused. I smile.
"Nothing." I tell him. He shudders from being cold and
grips me tighter.
"I love you," he tells me.
An hour later, after getting dressed, eating, and doing my
exercises that Shaun did with me, I'm sitting in a chair in the
living room facing Shaun. Troy is outside, cleaning the car.
The rec center doesn't open until 8:30, but we have to leave
soon.
"Do you want to come with me?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"What else would I do?"
"You could stay here, I'm sure Troy wouldn't mind."
"I'd feel kind of funny being in someone else's house
alone." He stops and just watches me for a moment.
"You want to ask me about last night, don't you," he asks
me. I nod, not looking at him. "I'll tell you. Don't worry."
Primal fear again.
By ten thirty things have generally improved. I don't have
anyone until eleven, and since I didn't have anyone this morning
at all, it's generally been dull. Shaun has been swimming for a
good part of the morning hours, and I would almost be inclined to
think he was avoiding me, except for what he said his morning and
the fact that he smiles whenever he sees me.
Needless to say, he's decided to skip school. Although he
never gave a reason, my guess would be that he's afraid of his
father showing up there. If his father ever came here, there are
too many places, too many locked doors for his father to find
him. I'm sure Shaun knows that which is why he's comfortable
here.
Shortly before eleven, I check the computer. 805, a number
I don't recognize immediately. I flip through the cards and find
the name. Justin Wells. I thought I saw him come in this
morning to get his duffel bag, and I'm sure he's figured out why
his socks were a little crustier than usual, so naturally he
assumed it was an invitation from me.
As the hour rolls in, Justin appears in my office. His
blond hair is spiked (no one wears their hair spiked anymore,
that's so 1989), and he walks in with the clothes that I found in
the bag last night, including (as you have undoubtably guessed by
now) the socks that I spruced up for him.
"You're taller than I remember you," he tells me.
"That was a month ago. I can't be that taller." He takes
my hand and we walk into the bedroom. I shut the door and he
kisses me long and hard. Speaking of long and hard...
"I found the present you gave me," he tells me, interrupting
my thoughts. I smile.
"It was your fault for leaving them here."
"I might have to do that more often."
"You've been working out, haven't you," I tell him, feeling
his arms and chest through his shirt. He removes this article of
clothing, and his chest, impressively built considering his age,
makes it's tan debut for my viewing pleasure. His pecs are hard
and his entire chest is massive. I nibble on his nipples, which
are hard like rubber, and rub his chest, using the sweat from his
body to make him look high-shined.
Being a couple of inches taller than myself and considerably
bigger despite being the same age, he picks me up with ease and
sets my body down on the bed. He then performs a strip-tease,
showing his hard body to me. I remove all my clothes and feel
we're ready.
"How about I lay you?" He asks me.
"Go for it," I challenge.
He grabs a Kiddie-Rubber out of the drawer. "Holy shit,
technicolor condoms," he says, noticing the colors. He gets one
of the red ones and stretches it over his cock. He lubes, gets
in between my legs, then he gives me a brief smile and teases my
asshole with his thick cock before ramming it into my bowels.
It's bigger than most I get, and for the first time in a long
time, a little painful.
God, I can't believe his size. His whole body just seems to
overpower me, his thick cock moving in and out of my ass. He
pulls me closer to him.
He starts to pump as I watch him. His muscles are tight and
rigid as he keeps penetrating my ass with his massive teencock.
His balls slap against my body and his shaft rubs the base of my
own scrotum. I try to remember the last time I had a cock this
size. Quite a while.
He reams me consistently and really starts getting into the
act. He grabs my hips for support and I put my hands on his
tits, still very hard, and massage them as he fucks. His cock is
like sausage, but it feels good. My ass hurts a little, but it's
the kind of hurt I don't mind, because I feel what he's doing.
He rocks and runs his peter inside me, his full size balls
pounding against my ass. Pulling out and pushing in, he moves
faster.
"I think I'm about to do it," he announces. I'm ready. My
ass hurts from his size but I don't spoil his pleasure. He moves
rapidly, the condom almost splitting, if not melting from the
heat first. The boy is hot.
He grunts loudly several times, increasing in strength and
decibel as he finally plunges into me, hard I might add, and
sprays his juices. I can feel him come, and figure the Kiddie-
Rubber has broken. As he pulls from me, my confirmation is
correct, the head of his prick was too much for it to bear.
About two in the afternoon, Shaun comes in and tells me he's
hungry. I've completely forgotten about lunch by this time, so I
get some money from the desk and we walk out. Houston, if you
don't know, is completely circled by a loop of highway. The rec
center is on the northwest edge of the loop, and there are a lot
of businesses and restaurants down in the area. We walk into a
Braum's and order, then sit by the window to wait for the food.
Shaun keeps looking out the window but doesn't say anything.
It's the normal humid heat for Houston, but the air conditioner
is working inside so we're pretty comfortable. I decide now is a
good time to press.
I tap his knee under the table and he looks at me and
smiles.
"You haven't told me about last night, yet," I tell him. He
stops smiling and looks out the window again.
"I don't know what to tell you."
"Is it something that I was involved in?" I ask him. He
shrugs.
"Kinda." He looks at me. "You know I love you, don't you?"
I nod without taking my eyes from him. "I have this friend,
Taylor, he's my age. He knows about me, what I do. I'd call him
my best friend but I don't like to rank friends. I tell him
about when I go the rec center and all that. I like..." He
pauses, checks if anyone is around close listening. "I like
having sex with you, and I don't care if I turn out gay or
anything. Taylor doesn't care either, but he doesn't want to
have sex with me. We just jerk off together sometimes. But he
likes hearing about you and me.
"I was on the phone last night, and I was telling him about
yesterday. And I was stroking off while I was talking and I'm
sure he was too. But my dad heard me, and he walked in and saw
me with my pants down." That chill I felt this morning runs down
my back. "He was drunk, he started hitting me. I tripped on my
jeans and he stood over me, and took his belt of and hit me with
it. You saw those marks." I had seen them, when he undressed in
my bedroom. I hadn't said anything. He stares out into the
parking lot. "The worst part is that the phone was off the hook
the entire time. Taylor heard everything. I want to talk to
Taylor, but I'm scared to call him. I ran off, I just happened
to run in the direction of the center." He looks at me. "Thanks
for being there." He extends his hand on the table and I reach
for it, holding it for a moment while looking at him. It's
really amazing how mature this kid is, he's so open to me. I
could tell him anything and he'd understand.
I hear the number of our order called over the P.A. system.
Shaun gets up and brings back the loaded tray. I look around at
the people. It's funny to try and guess the lives of people you
see sometimes. What they do and where they live. This
particular Braum's is just off the highway and gets a lot of
travelers in here.
I notice this one particular ten year old. He throws away
some trash, then walks outside to this Dodge Caravan in the
parking lot. He's wearing a button shirt and corduroy shorts
with a gold tan. A guy who I presume is his dad opens the side
door and the kid gets in. By this time, Shaun has looked at what
I was staring at. Anyhow, he gets in, and once inside, pops the
button of his shorts and slides them off, then just sits down.
He's not wearing any underwear, and I catch a glimpse of
everything (he's 10, so it's not a lot), and notice he doesn't
have any tan lines. After a moment of sitting there, the guy
shuts the door, and gets in and drives off.
I look at Shaun, who has this strange look I take for
bewilderment on his face. I shrug my shoulders and take a bite
from the burger I have.
"Maybe he always rides around with no clothes on?" Shaun
suggests.
By the time I get back to the center, it's almost three in
the afternoon. I walk in and see Derek in my office. He's not
happy.
"I thought we said two," he tells me.
"I'm sorry. I was out...I forgot." He stops and doesn't
say anything for a moment, then turns and leaves. I'm tempted to
go after him, but I don't. I feel bad, but the best thing to do
is to probably just leave him alone.
I walk back into the bedroom and lie down. Shaun is out in
the pool again, we're planning to leave about 3:15, that jack-off
contest down by his school. I wonder if his dad might show up
but figure he probably wouldn't even know about it.
I've been thinking about leaving for a while. I thought I
saw a letter from my stepmother in the mail, a return address of
Dallas. I know Troy isn't getting along too well, but at the
very least they can still deal with each other. They have to
keep in touch to a point, since she still owns a little of the
recreation center business hence she gets a cut of the profits.
I should call her. Tell her that I want to come up for a
while. Visit Six Flags for a day, roam the streets of Dallas and
Fort Worth. They have a Wet 'n Wild in Arlington that someone
said is a great place to go watch the kids.
I'm lying on the bed, trying to imagine myself in Dallas and
finally fall asleep. This is one of these strange dreams, except
this is a sex dream for a change. I'm in the rec center, alone
at night. I'm not in the pool this time, and it's full. Right
across the pool from me, standing on the other side is this one
kid. I don't know the name or anything but he's looking right at
me. He's dressed in white pants and a striped shirt (my dream is
not making a fashion statement for me), but he's not smiling. I
walk over to him (never mind the pool is in the way) and look at
him when I'm close up. He looks kind of oriental, but not
really. Dark hair, probably about eleven years old. For some
reason the first thing I ask him if I can see his cock. He
doesn't say anything, just keeps looking at me like I never said
anything at all.
"Well?" I ask him.
"You're going to get me in trouble," he tells me. I don't
say anything for a second, then he unbuttons his shorts. Wait a
second, he was wearing pants a second ago. Nevertheless, he
opens the fly to his shorts that he now wears, and his cock is
making this incredible bulge in his underwear. Incidentally, his
underwear is striped from the same material that his shirt was a
while ago. His shirt, however, is now different. He reaches a
hand behind his underwear and brings out his erect meat. It's
not a cock of an eleven year old, he's supporting a full size
seven or eight incher, and it's at least two inches in diameter.
He's not cut, and he pulls back his skin, then looks up at
me. He looks different, and now I recognize him. This is the
kid from Braum's. I drop to my knees in front of him and put my
hand on his cock. It's hot and huge. I pull the skin back and
forth a few times and look at him. He smiles. "Go ahead," he
tells me. I pull back on him again and open my mouth and just as
I'm about to engulf this kid
"Adam!"
I shake awake. Shaun is at the door with his jacket on.
"Who the hell have you been thinking about?" he asks me. He
walks over and puts his hand over my covered cock and squeezes a
little. I check myself and I've got this big hard-on, but
disregard his comment. A quick check of the clock and I notice
it's three fifteen. Quick 15 minute nap and I jump up. I tousle
my own hair and walk out with him.
"Why do you have your jacket?" I ask him.
"It's getting cloudy, so it's a little cool. Do you have
one?"
"I'll make it," I tell him, hoping that it doesn't rain on
the event. We make it outside and start walking. I run my hands
through his hair and he looks at me and smiles. I grab his
shoulder, and he puts his hand around my waist as we walk toward
the hill.
Chapter Five
By the time we get there, I can't believe how many kids have
shown up. Surely there's going to be cause for parents or school
principals to show up, or the police for that matter, but no one
seems to care.
The clouds have moved on and Shaun is carrying his jacket.
We find a place up on the hill and take a seat. To my right I
see one of the kids that comes into the rec center. I don't know
his name but he recognizes me and waves, but doesn't say
anything.
I locate Aron and Derek up further. Aron waves, but Derek
sees me and doesn't do anything. In fact, he gives me a dirty
look and looks off in some other direction.
"Adam!"
I look around, trying to locate the voice. Some girl I
don't know waves, and I wave back, but there's someone behind me,
apparently also named Adam who yells "Over here!" and I feel
really stupid. Shaun smiles and I hit him lightly in the back.
He falls back against me and I wrap my arms around him.
From up on the bridge, there are about eight or nine boys,
ages ranging from thirteen to fifteen, standing on the ledge or
sitting with their legs hanging off. One kid with a stopwatch
and a clipboard is walking around talking with each of them. I
laugh.
"What?" Shaun asks me.
"Nothing, it just surprises me that this is as organized as
it is. I mean, they've got a timer and everything. What do they
give out as prizes?"
"Just recognition. The kid who wins this is the kid who
gets invited to all the parties, has all the friends. Becomes
popular."
Julie finds me and comes over to me. "How long have you
been here?"
"Just a few minutes." She sees Shaun, and surprises me by
introducing herself to him before I remember that they don't know
each other.
"Hi, Shaun," she tells him.
"Who are you here with?" I ask.
"Just me. Saw you and Shaun over here so I thought I'd sit
here. Is that okay?"
"Fine," I tell her. Shaun nudges closer to me, and I
briefly get the feeling that he's actually jealous. I wrap my
left arm around Julie, and pull them both towards me.
There are a couple of kids peeing in the river and it takes
me by surprise, then I figure that this is one of the last places
to be modest at. Up on the bridge, the kid with the clipboard
calls down.
"Everyone needs to move back!" he calls out. Since the
three of us are pretty far back anyway, I figure he doesn't mean
exactly us so I don't shift. Unfortunately, most of everyone
else has the same reasoning and therefore nobody moves.
"Guys, you're going to get come covered if you're right at
the bottom. Remember Rich?" the kid with the clipboard yells.
"Who's Rich?" I ask.
"The kid who got caught," Shaun tells me. I nod. People
right at the bottom near the river are moving back, but we're
still pretty far up. I check my watch.
"It's close to four, when are they going to start?" I ask no
one in particular. About the time I say that, the boys up on the
bridge stand up, almost in unison, and the clipboard kid stands
next to the last one.
"Gentleman, drop your drawers," he yells. I laugh, and
Julie backhands me in the chest. The guys on the bridge all drop
shorts and jeans, and everybody's hard cock falls out into the
open. A lot of kids applaud and whistle, and one girl yells "All
right!" from the crowd. A couple of the contestants smile.
"None of them are wearing any underwear," I note.
"It's a rule," I'm told by a neighbor I don't know. The
clipboard kid checks his stopwatch.
"Ready," he calls. The guys grab their cocks.
"Set, and Jack!" he yells out. Simultaneously eight kids
start jacking off their cocks in front of half the kids in
Houston. A general cheer goes up from the crowd. One blond kid
I notice is jacking left-handed like I do, and I immediately
start cheering for him for no particular reason. A couple of
kids on the end keep losing grip on their cocks. One in the
middle has his eyes closed, another one keeps staring at someone
in the crowd, but the rest watch themselves or each other.
The left hander starts rubbing his balls with his right
hand, and a couple of kids are doing the same thing. The one
with his eyes closed looks like he might be fingering his ass but
I'm not sure.
"Cream! Cream!" This chant goes up from the crowd and Shaun
joins in. I look at the crowd and notice that a lot of kids
have pulled out their own cocks and are jacking along with the
boys as I call them. I notice Shaun has reached down into his
own pants, but hasn't brought anything out. The boys are jacking
hard, I'll give them that. If all these guys haven't jacked in a
week, this probably shouldn't take too long, but they're
determined to make a show of it. The middle one that's been
keeping his eyes closed grabs his cock with both hands, which
slows him down but he looks like he's working harder at it.
"Oh shit!" one of the guys yells out, and shoots. My guess
is that he never went the entire week without putzing because his
come doesn't go very far. A couple of kids boo him, and the kid
walks away looking a little embarrassed. Someone from down below
sticks a little flag where it landed with a "1" on it, and the
clipboard kid apparently writes this down next to the kid's name.
One kid on the end starts rocking his hips and slows his
jacking a little. The kid with his eyes closed is really digging
in his butt now (I was right) and the one on the end keeps
slowing. The left-hander is using both hands and looks like he
might take a little longer to shoot off.
"Who's the one on the end?" I ask Shaun. He shrugs, but
someone behind me tells me "James" and I nod without turning.
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