## Archive-name: idle-recreation

From: an136416@anon.penet.fi

Subject: Idle Recreation (1/4) {mm, mf: teens}

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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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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James has his head back and his mouth hanging open and he slows to almost a stop before finally speeding up. He rubs his cock faster and groans for what seems like a really long time and finally yells out. He starts shooting, and the first spurt sprays out. It's surprising how far he goes, and several in the crowd cheer. He beats the "1" flag by at least fifteen feet. He continues to shoot until he looks exhausted and finally looks down and sees where the one guy puts a "2" flag right on his come. He smiles and looks over at the kid who's "1" and grins at him. The "1" kid just looks away. Several kids in the crowd applaud him before he moves back to watch the rest of the contest.
"Who's the left-hander?" I ask. The guy behind me says "here" and tosses a paper into my lap. I look at it, then turn around and look at him. I don't recognize him but it's a dark haired kid about 14. "What's this?" I ask him.
"It's a program. Has all the names," he tells me. I look at the paper.
"You've gotta be kidding," I tell him. He grins and turns back to the contest. The program has a list of pictures and names. James Richer is the number two, and a kid who's named Bill Weiss was the one who got the "1" flag and the boos. The left-hander I was curious about is Erik Reed.
The kid who's jacking with his eyes closed is Ricky Hahn, and he looks like he's ready to spurt, but then again he's looked like that since he started.
Erik doesn't apparently make any noise, but shoots from the bridge, bending over with his knees buckling as he does so. He only sprays a single shot, which lands just short of the "2" flag. A kid runs out with the next sequential flag, and Erik gets some applause, but not as much as he would have if he had beaten James for the current number one spot.
I hear a couple of moans from behind me, and a couple of kids who are masturbating in the crowd come. I can't see their faces, probably they're lying down, but I see a glob of semen rise up in the air and fall back down. I check on Shaun, but he's apparently just rubbing for the good feeling and not aiming to come right now. I reach down inside his pants and put my hand by his hand and touch his cock, but he gives me a look that clearly reads "not here" so I pull out. He smiles slightly, however, so I don't feel that bad.
Someone from on the bridge screams a short, high pitched scream that startles me. I look up just in time to see Ricky spray off the end of the bridge. He looks as startled as I was, almost like he didn't know he was going to come; Almost like he didn't know what to expect and it surprised him. His semen falls about two feet behind the leader, and he doesn't get but a small applause.
He gets the "4" flag and backs away, looking pretty damned proud of himself. Julie reaches around me, and it startles me because I just about forgot she was there.
There are four more guys to go. I check my program and find Jon still going, looking like he's concentrating on this difficult task of ejaculating. There's Tony, a curly hair kid who looks so plain that it's easy to forget what he looks like. Jerry and Neal round out the remaining contestants.
The "cream!" cheer starts up again from the audience, having died down after the first kid shot. Tony keeps rocking sideways. Neal, who is now on the end after James moved away, really starts rubbing himself hard like he's having a little trouble. Nerves?
Jerry, a blond who's short and probably the youngest out of any of them, is jacking and bouncing on his toes. He rubs a little faster then comes off the end. Surprise! This kid shoots off and ties James. The crowd takes a second, and a loud cheer goes up and Jerry's all smiles. He looks over at James, who gives Jerry the finger, then turns back to the crowd. The fifth flag is placed parallel to the "2".
Jon shoots almost without notice, and places his come about three feet behind the two leads. The flag is put down, and Jon moves back by James. James is still threatening poor Jerry, apparently over taking some of his fame away. Jerry's pointing his cock in James' direction like he's going to pee on him or something. Nobody's moving, though.
This leaves Neal and Tony. Neal still looks like he's having trouble and is debating on whether to give this up or not. Tony's still going, but keeps slowing down. That's about the time I feel something hit my neck. I turn around, and Shaun and Julie turn around to see what I'm turning around about. From behind me, a kid, different from the one who gave me the program, is sitting with his dick in his hand, dribbling come. I reach and wipe some of his come off my neck and he grins. He stops grinning, however, when I throw it back and hit him in the face with it. He looks like he's about ready to get up and do something about it, but he just stuffs his cock in his shorts and looks back up at the bridge.
By the time I feel it's safe to turn around again, Neal has given up and walked off the bridge. No one seems to care. Tony is breathing hard and rubbing faster. He's about ready to shoot. The crowd starts chanting again. I join in, and both Julie and Shaun do, too. He's moving with lightening speed. The contestants behind him are watching closely. The clipboard kid keeps tabs on his watch. The kid on the ground has the "6" flag in hand, ready to move when something happens.
They start applauding, encouraging him. Tony's almost hesitating. His young cock is raw, his hand moving across his prick, his lips pulsing with his breath. He has his balls in hand, rubbing and squeezing, anything to push the come further, to spray in the air, to put more distance between his raw cock and the landing spot that could make or break him. He's moving. He's rocking. He's jacking.
With a yell, he bucks back and stops. His hand freezes and for an instant I think something is wrong before he starts shooting come. He starts rubbing quickly, encouraging it. It shoots from the tip of his prick, across the grass and lands. The kid on the ground rushes out to plant the flag. The kids are cheering. The flag is planted. At least a foot behind the others.
Jerry and James both move up to the edge of the bridge. The crowd goes wild. James, who only a few minutes ago appeared like he would have pushed Jerry off the edge if given the chance, now appears not to care. The both share the limelight this time. As a disappointed Tony and the other losing participants move off the bridge, they leave the two boys on their platform. The crowd is yelling out. The official Houston Jack-Off Contest comes to a close with two winners. James Richer. Jerry Allen.

Chapter Six

Shaun is right behind me as I pry up the window. It's dark, no moon or streetlight around to illuminate the area. As I move the window up its track, it makes no noise. Shaun nudges me from behind and I crawl in.
After a minute to adjust to the darkness, I notice the two boys lying in their twin beds. The beds sit across from each other in the large room and Shaun makes his way toward the far end. I look at the other boy, about 11 years old. The brothers that are sleeping are both 11, actually. Shaun slips out of his shoes first, then his socks, shirt, and finally undresses completely. He draws back the covers on the bed he's by. The 11-year-old is lying completely asleep, only in his underwear which Shaun starts to remove.
I move over toward the bed nearest me. I don't know his name. I pull back the covers on him and he's dressed in the same underwear as his brother. I start taking off my clothes while watching Shaun. Shaun has managed to get the boy hard and is starting to give the child a blowjob. I take off the last of my clothes and undress the kid like Shaun did, slowly drawing his white shorts down and tossing them away. I crawl in and slip down until the boy's small cock is in front of my face. He's not cut, so I grip him and pull back his foreskin, allowing his meat to respond. He turns to lie on his back, still asleep. I run my tongue along his short shaft but he doesn't move. Checking on Shaun, I find him still sucking the boy he's working on, and the boy apparently doesn't feel a thing. Surprising.
I take my boy's cock in my mouth, but he shifts. He wakes up and props himself up on the pillows, staring down at me. I look up at him.
"Hey," I tell him. "You're the Braum's kid. What are you doing here?"
He stares at me for a moment, not saying anything. Finally, he moves out from under me, gets up and walks to his closet. He pulls out a blue sleepshirt, that drapes all the way down to his knees, covering his undersize equipment. He looks behind me, and I check on Shaun, but he isn't there anymore. In fact, both he and the brother and the bed are all missing. I'm alone with the kid from Braum's.
"What's your name?" I ask him.
"Adam."
"What?" I do a disbelief take.
He looks straight at me. "Wake up!"
I shudder for a moment, then squint. Shaun is lying beside me. It takes me a moment to shake the dream.
"Your alarm didn't go off," Shaun tells me. I quickly assess the situation, finding myself in his arms again, at close to 8 in the morning. The sunlight floods my bedroom.
"I was dreaming about that kid again," I tell Shaun.
"What kid?"
"The kid...the one we saw at Braum's the other day. The one who undressed in the van that drove off."
"Sex dream?" I nod. He reaches down to my hard cock, apparently to see if I came in my sleep. I haven't. "Must've not been too exciting," he tells me.

By ten in the morning, I'm back at the rec center. At least tomorrow is Sunday, a day off. I usually don't try to make Saturday an active day, considering after a week of heavy fucking I'm getting a little sore, but still it manages to be pretty busy. Saturday is probably the only day that I do my "real job", getting towels and lockers for kids in my side of the gym. We have a counter right behind the door into the locker room that I sit behind, taking a look at all the kids running in and out. From where I sit, I can see the showers, so I pretty much keep busy between assigning lockers and watching kids play with each other in the showers. Sometimes it gets pretty intense.
A kid who's about 13 or 14 walks up.
"Is Shaun here?" he asks me. I shake my head.
"I haven't seen him in a few days. Why?"
"I'm not looking for him for his dad. You're Adam, right?" I nod. "I'm Taylor, one of his friends." I pause for a moment, deciding whether I should admit Shaun is here.
"He might have left, let me check," I tell him, leaving him at the counter. I walk back into the office, he's playing games on my computer.
"Taylor is here. He wants to talk to you." Shaun takes a deep breath.
"You think I should talk to him?" he asks me.
"I think you should do whatever you feel needs to be done," I say, stepsiding the question. He nods.
"Tell him I'm back here."
I throw my keys on the desk, and they land by Shaun. "That's to my bedroom back there, if you want privacy." I walk out and back the counter. Taylor is still there.
"He's in the back, in the office inside the locker room."
"Does his dad know he's here?"
"If his dad knew he was here, he wouldn't be here," I tell him. He walks away.
I'm still dishing out towels and shit twenty minutes later when nobody has emerged from my office. I take a quick trip back there, and I walk up the bedroom door and knock.
"Shaun?"
"Yeah, it's open," I hear Shaun say. I walk in, and Shaun has his shirt off, showing Taylor the marks his dad made. Taylor is in awe.
"Shit..." he's saying, "I don't know what I'd do if my dad did that." Shaun looks up at me.
"Sorry we took so long. We started talking." I shrug and sit on the bed on the other side of Shaun from Taylor.
"Do you really have sex with guys?" Taylor asks me.
"Why? Do you want to go at it?" Taylor smiles but declines. "I do what feels good," I tell him. He accepts this and goes back to Shaun's wounds.
"What time are you going home?" Shaun asks Taylor.
"Ten thirty." I check my watch and inform him that 10:30 has already passed. He says "Oh, shit" and races out, leaving Shaun and me to ourselves. Shaun looks over at me.
"He always leaves like that." I nod, not saying anything. The marks on Shaun's back are disappearing day by day. Slowly. I put my hands on his back and massage him a little. He winces when I rub across one of the marks, and I avoid that in the future.
"How long do you think you can stay away?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything at first.
"I don't know. As long as I can, but..." he trails off. "I have to go back, but shit, what's that going to be like? But I can't stay here forever."
I grip his sides and pull him back, leaning his back against me. I wrap my arms around his body and hold him for a moment. He's cold, a little.
"Just remember, you can stay with me as long as you need to," I tell him. He accepts the offer, but doesn't seem comforted. "Come here," I tell him. He turns around and I kiss him lightly, then longer. I reach and pull his body against mine, leaning onto the bed. I can tell he's nervous, his face is tense. We stop kissing for a moment, but he grips me hard and doesn't let go. He puts his mouth by my ear.
"I want to make love to you," he whispers to me. I kiss his cheek, then his neck.
"Wait a second," I tell him. I get up and quickly lock the door, then stand in front of the bed. He kicks his shoes off as I pull off my own shirt. I dim the lights to low and sit down on the bed beside him. I look at his face, I can see that he cares. His eyes, the way he looks at me. He pulls me over to him and just holds my body for a moment and I can hear his breathing, his heartbeat, everything about him. I think I love him. I know I do.
He reaches for the button on my pants but I stop him, just to kiss and hold him a bit longer. I don't want him to leave. He's scared, and I can sense that. He's vulnerable, but I'm his comfort. I'm the one who cares about him. God, I can't believe how I'm feeling.
His breath I can feel against my skin. He finally gets my pants off my body and I'm not wearing anything like him now. I slow him down, because I know he wants to go slow. He looks at me for a moment when I put my hands on his chest. The way the light comes off his hair, the way his skin, his chest, his belly all look so soft. I'm shaking by the time he rests his lips against mine. I pull him against me, his soft nipples teasing my own chest, his firm boyhood pressing into my loin. I want to drag this out. This isn't a quickie, not a charge session, not an in-and-out get-it-over-with. This is something different. This is caring. This is love.
I bring his shoulders closer to me as he licks my lips with his tongue. His backside is sweating. Slightly. I put my hands on his butt and push him against me. His young cock is firm. He runs his hands through my hair as he continues to kiss me. The room is hot.
I turn him over and lie his body down, putting him on his back. I kiss him on the lips, then the chin, then on his neck, teasing the hairs that barely exist. I take his nipples into my mouth, moistening them. Then his stomach, feeling the soft skin of his belly against my face. His erection is standing, jutting into the air, waiting for some attention of its own.
I encircle my lips around his boyhood. He shifts and groans, and I begin to realize that this is the first time that he has experienced this. Until now, he's strictly been inside of me. But I have him now, his peter is moist but hard. He gulps for air, swallowing hard, and he wipes the sweat from his face.
His shaft is slick as I run the length of it, running my tongue under the ridge of his circumcised cock. The small amount of light brown hair that accompanies his penis runs across my nose as I bring him all in. All his equipment, taking everything into my throat as I bring Shaun to a level of ecstasy that he has not yet experienced. A new height of orgasmic intensity.
His balls are sans hair, but are good size for a young boy his age, well formed and full. I pull off from his peter and circle each one of his testicles, one at a time, feeling the shallow ridges. I can feel them responding, shifting within his smooth scrotum. Shaun himself is not without movement, his whole body shifting slightly as I make him feel something he hasn't felt before. He keeps gasping, his soft-skinned chest rising and falling in the dim light. I can see the sweat rising through his skin, all over his body.
I start to run my tongue around his cockhead, around the sensitive line on the underside of his cock. His moaning has risen to a louder sound. He rubs the sweat from his chest into his nipples with his hands, moves his butt slightly off the bed as if to push it toward me before I nudge him back down. Shaun is almost panting from shortness of breath. My own sweat now drips on his body. His cock swells in my jaw, his balls moving toward his body, his scrotum tightening. He's getting louder.
I almost feel a chill as his entire body shudders, his hands gripping the air. His cock pushes against the roof of my mouth and I can feel the come of a young boy begin to flow. The jet is strong, the orgasm intense. He tastes sweet, and I feel the come running down the back of my throat in a series of spurts, his whole body tight and his butt lifted slightly from the covers. He cries out quietly, a post-orgasmic sound that you cannot mistake for anything but pleasure as his spurts slowly die down and I take in the last of his semen. I run my tongue along the side of his cock, cleaning the last of his fluids before moving up to face him.
I crawl along side him, my sweat so thick on my body it feels tight. Shaun is wet, and he looks at me, still gasping for breath, still panting. He swallows hard and sighs, looking at me, too weak to speak or to move. I reach my hand around him, pulling his overheated body against mine, and touch my lips against his. He responds, still weak, but returns the kiss with a passion I never realized he contained.
I gently lie him back down and nudge against him and I can still feel the heat coming from his chest. I place my hand and feel his heart through his breast, moving at a rapid rate. I can feel my own heartbeat in my chest which is no slower.
"You know," he starts out, barely being able to speak. "I never thought it could get like this. I mean, it was always good, but..." He trails off. The sweat is still running down the side of his face.
"Can I take you?" I ask. He looks strangely at me.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean..." I stop and think for a moment. "You know something," I start off, "There's just not a romantic way to say 'butt-fucking'. 'Anal sex' sounds too medical, and every other term is kind of vague."
"You could tell me you want inside of me," he says, smiling weakly.
"Fine then. May I be inside of you?" I ask him. He laughs but acts like it hurts his chest to laugh. He is completely exhausted.
"Mr. Traugott, take me the best you know how," he pants. I move on top of him, careful not to put my weight on his body. He moves his legs up, setting his heals on my butt and looks at me. He still has that look in his eyes and I just stare for a moment, watching his face, the beads of sweat resting above his eyebrows. I lean down and kiss, first letting my lips brush his, then a little longer, running my tongue along the inside of his mouth, touching the tip of his tongue with mine.
I feel my own erection firm as I kiss Shaun. He swings his hips upward as I set the tip of my cock against his sphincter. With barely a sound, I nudge forward, letting the head of my penis slip into him. He has been sweating so much that he's slick, no friction other than the natural tightness of this early teenager. He kisses me more intensely as his ass pulses, tightening and releasing as I slowly move into him. He's doing wonderfully and I begin to suspect that this is not the first time he's done this, but I quickly get rid of the thought.
I'm in a couple of inches, his bowels beginning to loosen a bit more. He drops his head back on the pillow, his face showing a slight pain, and I question whether I should continue, but he nods to go on. I push in an inch further. His face shows the strain.
"Are you sure you want this?" I ask him. He looks surprised I even would consider asking.
"I want this, Adam. I really want it and I really want it from you. Please." I move forward and he winces and tells me to hold on for a moment, to let himself adjust before continuing.
"I think your fingers are longer than mine," I tell him. He looks confused for a moment because I've taken his mind off the task. He puts his hand against my palm to test, exactly like I figured he would, and on cue I interlace my fingers with his. He smiles and shuts his eyes, nodding again to continue. I move in another notch and my balls rest against his ass.
"You have me," I tell him. He looks at me like he almost doesn't believe me but reaches with his free hand and pulls my head toward him, planting his lips against mine once more. I pull my cock out a little, very slowly, and run it back inside him. He makes a noise like he's hurt a little, but it subsides quickly enough. I repeat this action but this time he makes no noise.
He runs his tongue against mine as I move out a little further, then more until I'm almost out and move to go back inside. He grunts a little, nothing more than expected, and drops back against his pillow, leaving me to watch his face. I touch my lips against his chest while slowly starting to make love to him. The sweat from before has dried, but new sweat is forming, collecting on his brow, his chest and under his balls. His scrotum occasionally hits the shaft of my cock as I ream him slowly, the skin tickling my peter.
He untenses and opens his ass a little more, letting me go a little faster. Shaun watches me, his light brown hair reflecting the dim light, his eyes that look golden staring at me. He smiles sleepily at me.
His own cock is semisoft, not completely flat but not big enough to do anything with. Since he already had one orgasm I don't think he will get another erection, but with a 13 year old (almost 14 as he tells me), you never know. He is leaking some pre-seminal fluid like I am and he occasionally rubs it into his belly.
My own penis is swelling a bit, my balls moving in micromeasurements up to my body. Sweat is beginning to drop down on his chest as Shaun reaches up and runs his hands against my face while he's breathing deeply. I ask him if he's doing okay and he groans a response.
I start to shake as I feel my orgasm coming on. I tell Shaun this and he tells me he wants me to hold out as long as possible, but I'm sure I can't continue for long. I'm becoming short of breath, my cock aching, my testicles moving against my body. I feel the come rising in my peter as I become rapid breathed.
"Shaun..." I hear myself moan "God..." as he reaches up and drives his tongue into my mouth. I bump my hips against his butt, my scrotum slamming against the valley of his ass as I start to come. He pushes his face against me and wraps his legs tight around my body, pulling me into him as I start spurting my fluids into him. I shake and shudder as we make out, all the while pumping hot semen into his bowels.
Several shocks of come go inside of him before I can slow down. My own orgasm is intense and I collapse on top of Shaun. I flip over with him so he's on top to prevent myself from crushing his small body and he moves his butt up my cock and back down, milking the last bit of sperm, milking the last bit of good, intense feeling from me. I remain with my arms wrapped around him, his chest against mine, my peter still inside of him, softening. I feel completely deflated with Shaun still kissing me, sweating profusely. The hairline on Shaun's head is completely wet as I'm sure mine is, too. I reach and massage his tender young buns, feeling the heat and sweat come off his body.
"You know all those tapes of greatest sex acts I have?" I ask him, barely being able to form words. He nods, shaking sweat and letting it drop on my face. "I'm going to go in with a magnet and ..." I catch my breath. "I mean, this just beats the hell out of all of it."
"You taped this one?" he asks. I shake my head.
"Shaun," I start, stopping to kiss him again. "When it's like this, you don't need a tape to remember how it was." I pause again, breathing so hard it hurts. I look at his tender face again.
"I love you," I tell him. Before he can respond, I press my mouth against his. He lifts his head away from mine.
"I'll always love you, you know that, don't you?" he asks me. I kiss him in reply, barely being able to breathe. As far as I'm concerned, there's no one better than Shaun.

"I don't want to do this anymore," I tell him. Shaun is slipping his underwear back on while I'm watching him.
"You mean you don't want to have sex with me?"
"No, I mean that I don't want to have sex with everyone else. You know, charging and schedules. I feel like a prostitute."
"Do you still want me?"
I'm surprised he asked that. "Shaun, I'll always want you. When you're 30 and in New York or L.A. I'll still want you." I think for a moment. "What are you going to do with your life?"
"I don't know. Maybe race cars."
"Kind of dangerous," I tell him. He slips his pants on and shrugs, buttoning up the fly.
"Like I said, I don't know. It's not like I have to decide anytime soon." He locates his shirt. "What about you?"
"Something like Business Administration."
"What exactly is that?" he asks me. He's finding his socks.
"I don't know, but it sounds like a high money career, doesn't it?" He shrugs again. "What are you planning to do now?"
"I need to call home. It's been two days, God knows what my parents think has happened to me."
"Phone on my desk," I tell him. He slips the shoes on his feet and finishes his shirt and adjusts his balls. That last move makes me smile. He returns the grin.
Shaun walks out and I follow him, since I'm already dressed. He dials his house and waits.
"Hi mom, it's me...no, I'm alright. I've been staying with a friend for a couple of days...." He cups his hand over the receiver and talks to me. "My mom says she understands, she's not mad for me running away." I nod and leave him in privacy.

"Troy?" Troy is sitting behind his own desk in his office, shuffling papers. He never looks up. "Troy, I want to quit."
"Quit what?" He mumbles, watching the desk.
"Quit fucking everyone. I just want to give it up, tell everyone I'm through."
"Fine," he says in a low voice.
"Fine? No protest? That's it?"
"Fine," he repeats. "Anything else?"
I never answer him, still not believing him. I shake my head and walk out of his office. Shaun almost startles me, standing just outside the door.
"You're not going to believe this," I tell him. "I told Troy I quit and he just said 'fine', just like that. What the hell is wrong with him?" Then I notice Shaun hasn't paid attention to a word I said. "Shaun?"
"My dad is dead, Adam," he tells me. He's absolutely faceless, just staring at that same spot on the wall. I make a move toward him and he grabs me, squeezing me tight and crying.
"What happened?"
"He..um...it was last night...he just died...his liver they said...gone...from drinking."
"Are you okay?" I ask him. He doesn't say anything, just grabs me tighter and sniffles, taking my hand then stepping back. He holds my hand, watching my face. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and straightens out a little, fighting the urge to cry.
"Can you walk me home?"
I nod. I lead him out of the recreation center, past the pool with a few kids diving, past the half empty basketball courts and out the door. The Houston humidity and heat hits me in the face as we take down the path. Shaun isn't saying anything. He still pulls me against him.

Chapter Seven

I'm sitting in my office, scanning pages on the computer of clients. I really surprise myself how many people come in. A lot of the dates of when they last came in are a month past, some a little less, but all these kids. I mean, how much come can one kid's body produce, anyway? Namely mine.
From out in the locker room, I notice a blond hair kid, about 13 or so who looks familiar. He's with someone else who I don't know, but I walk out to where he's at. He's in the process of changing and is down to his shorts.
"Do I know you?" I ask him. He looks me over and shakes his head.
"I don't think so. Why?"
"You just look familiar to me."
"Were you at the Jack-Off contest?" I nod. "That's where. I won it."
Now I place him. "You're Jerry." He nods. "You did a great job."
He thanks me as his friend excuses himself and walks away.
"How did you manage to shoot come that far?"
He drops his shorts and continues changing. His black underwear supports a good size hard-on. "It's not that difficult. You just have to jack off a lot, where your body makes a lot of come. Then when you take the week off, it's used to making so much that it builds up and you get a lot of pressure from it."
"What's 'a lot'?"
"Oh, I was probably masturbating six or seven times a day."
"That should sound like a lot but it doesn't," I tell him. He asks why. "Well, that's at least how much I was having sex. I fuck a lot."
"You must be that kid who works here. I've heard about you from school. You've got a great rep."
I shrug. "I just do what I like doing."
"You wouldn't," he starts, lowering his voice, "You wouldn't like to fool around with me. I've never had my dick sucked before."
I almost say yes before stopping. I think about it for a moment, watching him finger his covered cock, smiling at me.
"I can't," I finally tell him. "I have a lover on a full time basis now, and I'd feel like I was cheating. Not to say I wouldn't love to, I mean I was really watching your cock when you were at the contest. You have great cock and a great ass and everything, but..." He nods.
"You want to be faithful. I understand." And then in almost an act of defiance he drops his underwear down and his cock springs into view. I'm supporting a major hard-on by this point and want to desperately take him, to run my tongue along his cock, to pull his ass to my face and tonguefuck him deeply. But I feel so much for Shaun now.
"If you want someone to suck you off, if you like girls, I have a friend who I know will do it. She works in the other locker room but you can go in through the back.
"Sure, a blowjob's a blowjob, right?" Yeah, right. I excuse myself and go into my office and pick up the phone to make a call. Shaun answers.
"Shaun? Adam Traugott. Can you talk?"
"Yeah, I guess." I then realize that it hasn't been that long since he found out about his dad, and he's not going to get over it immediately.
"Shaun, this is a really bad time for this, but I want to ask you a favor."
"Sure."
"Could you either come down here right away or give me permission to suck a kid off? I've got a huge boner and if I don't do something about it it's not going to go away, and jacking off is not going to take care of it." He pauses for a moment.
"Who's the kid?"
"Jerry, from the Jackoff contest. He's practically rubbing his cockhead against my lips, Shaun."
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, of course I love you, there's no question of that." I'm practically pleading with him and he's so content on the phone.
"Then don't do it." He hangs up. This is probably the first time that I've been in this situation. Out of all the times I've had sex with other boys, all the times I've been asked or I've propositioned someone else, this is the first time I've ever had to turn someone down. I pick up the phone and dial Shaun's house again.
"Shaun? Adam again." Then silence. My first reaction is to apologize. Apologize for what? For considering someone else. For having a tendency to find someone else attractive. But come on, it was only a couple of days ago that I got really serious with Shaun. It's not like I said I wouldn't have sex with anyone else. I just said I wanted to quit charging people. What about girls? Did he expect me to quit having sex with Julie? All of a sudden I want to quit this relationship. But I love Shaun. Oh shit, this is confusing.
"Adam...Adam?" I'm shaking into reality by his voice.
"Shaun, can you come over, or can we meet someplace?" He's silent for a moment.
"How about Braum's?"
"Sure. Half an hour." And then he hangs up. I'm not sure what I want to say to him. I want to make him understand that I still love him, but I can't continue this. The phone rings.
"Adam, can you come into my office?" Troy asks me. I tell him fine and hang up. Troy is sitting behind his metal desk when I walk in, not looking much different than when I told him I was quitting. He looks up at me when I walk in but doesn't say anything.
"What's going on?" I ask him. He shows me an envelope. It's from my stepmother in Dallas, a letter to Troy presumably.
"I got a letter from your mother about a week ago."
"Stepmother," I correct. He doesn't acknowledge it.
"She's still in Dallas. Still lives by herself, works at one of the oil companies."
"Halliburton."
"Yeah, whatever. She wants you to come live with her."
"She's said that before, why the concern now?" I ask. Troy looks uncomfortable.
"I think you may have to this time."
"Why?"
"I don't think I can support you. Adam, I'm going bankrupt. The recreation center is going under and I'll probably be out of business by the end of the month."
"I thought we were doing okay, I mean, we have business and everything."
"Oh, we have business, we just don't have enough. Some company wants to buy this land, use it for some office buildings. Something like it's good because it's close to the highway. If I sell now, I'll have enough to live on, probably be enough to last me so I won't have to find work for a while. But just if it's me. I just can't support two people, that's all." I have a feeling he's lying. Companies don't buy commercial space for small change, but I don't say anything. This is my out, too.
He's sweating from the heat in the room. "So you want me to go?"
He doesn't say anything, but I know the answer. I just shrug and walk out of the room.

By the time I get to Braum's, I've forgotten what I wanted to talk to Shaun about. He's sitting at the same table we were at last time, eating ice cream. The recycled cool air hits me as I walk though the door. He doesn't look up until I sit down. Nothing about him has changed. I don't even think his dad dying had that great of an effect on him.
"Any good?" I ask him. He looks confused. "The ice cream? Any good?"
He shrugs. "Peanut and pecan. Want it?" asks Shaun, pushing the dish across the table. I shake my head and he takes it back.
"You're not looking that bad, considering."
"I doing okay. You?"
I shrug. "Seriously, though, you look like you're handling things pretty well."
He shrugs again, keeps watching out the window.
"Actually, it's not all good," I continue. "Talked to Troy. He said the rec center is going under. I'm going to have to leave for Dallas."
"Why?"
"Live with my stepmom."
"Are you coming back?" he asks, turning towards me. I shake my head and he looks disappointed.
"You could always visit me," I tell him.
"Oh, right. Five and a half hour drive to Dallas. I'll just borrow my mom's car."
"Shaun, I'm serious. Fly up there, I'll pay for it."

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"You couldn't afford it and you know that. You're not going to have a job."
"I'll get something eventually."
"McDonald's at four bucks an hour?" I stay silent for a while, Shaun keeps looking out the window. I check what he's looking at, half hoping the kid I saw had come back, but no one I recognize is in the parking lot. The sun keeps bouncing off the street, and the Houston humidity makes the sun break apart, forcing me to squint. Shaun's face, gold from being out in the sun, keeps a steady watch on the highway. He doesn't say anything for quite a while, his ice cream melting. Finally he looks at me.
"I'll miss you." He watches my face, probably hoping I'll change my mind and stay.
"I'm not gone yet, Shaun. I'll probably still be here a couple of weeks, maybe. I didn't get many specifics on what the situation is."
"Have you told anyone else?"
"I just found out," I tell him. I grab his spoon and take some of his dessert. He starts to push the rest toward me, but I shake my head. Instead, I spoon out another bite and feed it to him, his lips wrap around the spoon, and he watches me, staring directly into my eyes as he swallows. He hints a smile but the plastic spoon still in his mouth hampers his efforts. I use it and grab another bite for myself.
"Listen," I start off, "do you want to come over to the rec center tonight, about nine thirty or a little after?"
"I thought you closed at nine."
"We do," I tell him, smiling as I chew up a small peanut. "I figure we can go for a swim or something. It's so cool to see the pool, if you shut the overhead lights off, and all you have on are the lights under the pool. It looks like the whole thing just glows. We can't do that when people are in the pool for safety reasons, you can't see if anyone is in trouble..."
"But after you close," he finishes, realizing I'm talking about more than swimming or glowing water.
"Is there a problem with you being out that late?"
"I'll just tell my mom I'm spending the night with you. She won't care." He takes the spoon and finishes the last of his peanut and pecan, sliding the dish over to me, touching my hand as he does. I do a quick check, but since it's the middle of the afternoon, not many people are here. I hook his finger with mine, watching his face.

If you've never seen a Houston sunset, you're missing out. I've been told there are better places, but as far as I'm concerned, it's one of the things I'll miss when I leave this city. The sun doesn't even go completely down until nine, the flat lands looking red, the fire setting and illuminating the clouds. If you're looking in a direction where the sun sets behind the city, it looks like the whole city is glowing from the outer edges.
We have a three quarter view from the swimming pool. All three walls are just giant windows. They don't fog here like they do further north because the humidity inside and outside is often close enough not to cause fogging. I'm sitting in a lawn chair about 9:20 or so, one of those floating lawn chairs, going around the pool. I told Troy that I'd just walk home, and that Shaun was going to be with me. He's been so preoccupied with his business in the last couple of days I don't think he even heard me. He says the office that wants to take over the land, DataCorp, will probably keep the majority of the buildings and the pool and use it for a gym for its workers. I remember joking with Troy, telling him that since they often kept the first erected buildings in a city as monuments, that they should keep my bedroom since I know a lot of boys who were first erected in there. He didn't get it.
The orange sunset is flooding the whole room as I float around the pool, just wearing my shorts. The pool is heated and you can feel steam rise off the surface. I had shut the lights off earlier, and the light is coming off the surface in a blue hue. Eventually the sun slips completely behind the land at about the time I hear a door in the back of the building open and close, and I see Shaun come in through one of the doors. He has on his oversized T-shirt and swim trunks.
"What are you wearing swimwear for?" I ask him. He walks over to the side of the pool nearest me.
"My mom made me wear them."
"She knows you're here?"
"She knows Troy's going to be here. He's not, right?"
I gesture the affirmative and he slips off the shirt and shoes and dives into the pool, skimming the blue water and popping up in front of me. I help him onto the lawn chair and grab him tightly, pulling me tight against me where it's hard to breathe. He settles in next to me.
"You don't know how much I wanted to reach across and kiss you in Braum's today," he tells me. Yes I did, Shaun.
"I hear that behavior is more acceptable in What-a-Burger." He smiles and I kiss him, his lips tasting faintly of chlorine from the pool. He scrapes his tongue against mine before pulling away.
Outside, the sunset is just finishing up the show. The pool is about the only thing illuminating the room. I run my hand across his tan chest, his nipples hard from the combination of water and air. He is slightly chilled from being wet, and I pull him closer to my body, his skin feeling cold against my side.
"I love you," he tells me. I press lightly against his lips with my finger, watching his eyes.
"Don't talk. Don't say anything." I replace my finger with my mouth, hitting his teeth with my tongue with a sloppy kiss as he adjusts himself on the chair. But his movement is too erratic, and he tips the chair over letting us fall in the pool.
I use the moment to my advantage, while underwater I grab his shorts and pull, relieving him of his clothes. Swimming over, I pop up a good ten feet away from him, waving his swim trunks in the air.
"You just beat me to them, Adam," he tells me. I fling the wet shorts over to the side, and follow up the measure by removing my own. I swim toward him and pull him to the shallower section where we can both stand.
I get in front of him and wrap my legs around him, letting him support my body. He would never be able to do that normally, but the water counteracts my weight so he can support me. The feeling of another's body against you while you're in a body of water like a pool, while you're both sans clothes has to be the most unusually wonderful feeling, next to the act of making love. The way the skin can feel kind of rubbery, kind of, and the way his cock kind of rubs your body, not really erect, not really anything, just strange.
I wrap my arms around him as he supports me by my ass and kiss him again. I run a hand through his drenched hair, pulling it all the way back. Water runs down his face like beads of sweat while we kiss, rocking our heads and letting no breath escape from our lips. I stop and stare at him for a moment, watching the way the light from the pool illuminates his face, the water slowly running down his cheeks, his nose twitching slightly as the water vapor from the surface tickles it a little. His baby smooth, boyish face just staring at me. I'm breathing a little hard as I pull him against me, almost crying out of love. I don't want to move, I don't want to let go. I don't even want to consider Dallas anymore, I don't want any of this to end. And for tonight, it won't.
"What's wrong?" he asks me. I realize I haven't moved, haven't done anything for a long while.
"I was just...I dunno...Looking at your face...that face, you've a..." I stare for a moment. "I'm going to miss that face."
He smiles at me, understanding.
"I love you, Shaun. It's weird, I never figured I'd get caught up in this. I mean, being gay and everything, that's a little heavy."
"You don't like it?"
"No, it's not that." I don't quite know how to explain it, so I don't bother. He looks at me, waiting for me to continue, but I just shake my head and let myself down, standing on the pool floor. His hand is interlaced with mine as I lead him to the edge. He hops onto the concrete side, his legs still dangling in the water. I move in front of him, still in the pool, his erect boyhood staring me in the face and I look at him, as if waiting for the go ahead.
"You look like you want something," I tell him. "Well, parts of you, anyhow," indicating his erection. He grins and stares at me.
"Hold on a second," I tell him. I jump out and walk to the side to grab one of the mats that are sitting against the wall. They're stretching mats people use to stretch on before doing laps or pool exercise, about eight feet by four feet. I drag one of the dark blue mats over to the edge and lie Shaun down on it, dipping my hand in the pool to keep his body wet. The mat is relatively soft, enough where my knees don't hurt like they would if I was kneeling on the bare concrete.
His cock is hard from attention and he looks at me, waiting for me to make my move. I grip him and pull what skin he has back, and touch the head with my tongue. He closes his eyes and lets his entire body melt on the mat. We smell of chlorine and I keep dipping my hand in the pool, his body drying fast against my wishes. I inch his boycock, stroking the roughness of my tongue along the sensitive underside of the head.
He moans slightly, a quiet moan that's echoed because of the large room with the pool. He has his eyes closed and I watch him for a moment, the way he looks, remembering the way he twitched when he was asleep. He opens his eyes and looks at me, wondering why I've stopped. He doesn't say anything. Just looks. I smile lightly and move back down on him, taking his penis that has started to soften because of the lack of attention.
I remoisten the underside of the shaft and the blood begins to flow back into his organ. A little water from the pool helps as I get his skin wet, his belly soft and glistening from the blue hue of the pool. I cup his testicles in my hand and hold them, weighing them in my palm as I rub my tongue along his cock. He shifts slightly.
The ridge of his cockhead seems hard and I can taste the chemicals from the pool that his skin has absorbed. I pull off and encircle one of his balls, allowing it to shift from the sudden heat in my mouth, making note of its size, the ridges that are just beginning to form in his scrotum. The second is matched with the same treatment before I come back to his cock and move it in as far as I can in my throat, almost letting what little pubic hair he has on his body rub against my nose. I move out and go back down, simulating humping movements as he releases a tiny drop of precum through the tip of his prick. His body begins to dry and I quickly locate more water from the pool, letting the heated water run across his chest.
The end of his penis keeps hitting the roof of my mouth as I keep my tongue along the side. The very tight "string" on the back of the cockhead is the most sensitive part, the part I keep running my tongue against as Shaun keeps shifting, his 13 year old body almost glowing by the pool.
"Are you close?" I ask him, briefly interrupting the process. He mumbles "uh-huh" without ever opening his eyes. I run my hand across his chest, across his nipples before moving back to his boycock. I keep massaging his penis as the precum continues to flow, a little bit more as it pulses from him. The testicles start to shift again and Shaun gets a little louder. I push one hand under his buns, feeling the sweat as I lift him slightly, pushing his cock a little further, a little deeper into my throat. With my other hand I rub his nuts, shifting them. Shaun opens his mouth like he's about to say something but never does. He moans a little more, gasping for air.
His cock fills entirely, now rigid as a signal Shaun is close to orgasm once again. He finds my head with his hand, resting his hand on my body as he begins to shudder. His scrotum becomes tight as he says something quietly, too soft for me to hear. In small spurts, the semen begins to squirt from his body, hitting the roof of my mouth. I pull from him and rub his cock, letting him finish by shooting in the air as I watch the spurts of come hit his belly. He starts to slow and finally stops, watching me as I rub his stomach and consequently rub his own semen into the skin. He watches me as he dips his hand into the pool, throwing water at me.
"Hey!" I yell as he laughs. He scrunches and holds his chest as he laughs and I push him off the side, into the water with me diving after him. He comes up to the surface and finds me but instead of more splashing, he grabs me. I put my lips to his.

Chapter Eight

I'm on the dog food isle of H.E.B. at what's probably the busiest time of the day for this grocery store. People with carts full of food and screaming kids are pushing past me as I clamber to get out of the way. I walk over to the end and see a door, which I walk through. When I walk through, I find myself inside a camper, one of the smaller ones. I can feel it moving as if being towed and there's a kid sitting at the small table, eating. For some reason I open the door to the bathroom, but instead of what I expect, I see the highway below us shooting out into the distance. I slam the door and turn to the kid.
Pancakes and eggs are sitting in front of him. He's a boy, about 11 I'd guess. Well, hell, I know who he is. It's the kid from Braum's.
"Any good?" I ask him. He shrugs. "Any more?" I ask.
"Do it yourself, do it for less," he tells me.
"What?"
He looks up for the first time. Same clothes as I remember him having at Braum's. "It's not how fast you go, it's how well you go fast." I shoot him a blank look. "In thirty seconds or less, explain yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him.
"Do you know who I am?" he asks, suddenly taking on a very British accent. The trailer hits a bump and rocks, shaking the entire contents.
"You're from Braum's."
"I was born there," he tells me.
"You were born in a Braum's. Got it. What's your name?"
"David. And don't say I didn't warn you." And then I'm awake. I'm lying in my bed and it's 4:30 in the morning. I hate it when I wake up, wide awake at some God-awful hour and can't go back to sleep.

"My mom asked me what I did last night."
"What did you tell her?"
"Swimming. Would you have liked me to have elaborated?"
I flip through the channels. Nothing but soap operas and game shows. I hate daytime TV. "She say anything?"
"She's just overly worried because she still doesn't know if I'm going to be all right. Because of losing my dad."
"Are you all right?"
"It helps to have you. You're doing a lot more for me than you know right now." Shaun apparently says something to someone in his house. "I have to go. Are you going to be home later?"
"Probably the rec center. Are you going to stop by?"
"If I can. Te amo."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I can't say what I want to say in English. Later."
"Bye."

Troy has informed me that I'll be flown to Dallas in four days. Since I'm still out on Summer break from school, it's pretty much a matter of just leaving. The school where I'll be going starts in a week, which is the reason for me leaving Houston so soon. Four days. Four fucking days. How am I supposed to close everything in four days?
The first thing I do is call Julie. God, it seems like forever since I talked to her. The last time I talked to or saw her was the contest at Jack-Off point. That's only been four or five days, but it seems like a lot longer. She answers the phone.
"Julie, Adam."
"God, Adam, where the hell have you been."
"Sorry. Listen, do you think you could come to the rec center?"
"Now? What do I tell my parents?"
"Tell them the truth, I need to talk to you. A few things have happened I need to talk to you about."
"Sure, what time?"
"How soon can you be here?"
"I'll be down in a few minutes."
That few minutes soon becomes almost two hours. Julie walks in the door and finds me looking at the pool from the upper deck. Troy's been in and out all day, making phone calls and whatever. He's been contacting people about refunding the remaining membership fees, which I understand is not that hard of a job since the memberships are way down.
"What's wrong?" Julie asks me. I lead her into this little area with a few tables and some vending machines that are just about empty.
"I'm not going to be able to see you anymore."
"You're dumping me?" she asks. She has this look of horror over her face.
"No, it's not that. Troy's selling the business, and I'm going to live with my stepmother in Dallas. I'm leaving in four days."
"What does Troy selling have to do with you leaving? Why leave?"
"It's all financial. He can't afford me, basically." I don't say anything for a while. "I'm sorry."
"Well, it's not your fault, I guess. I dunno, I was going to talk to you to. I've kinda been seeing someone else."
"You have?" Now I'm not believing this. "I thought we were so close."
"We are, but..." She trails off.
"Who is he?"
"Well, do you remember Jerry from that one contest?"

Julie left shortly after telling me that, but not before she told me, in graphic detail, on how wonderful a lover Jerry is. I wasn't jealous because I'd lost Julie, I was jealous because I never had Jerry. I mean, he came to me first. Didn't he? I was trying to sequentially put together their dates and that time when Jerry came into the locker room and figure out whether he had given up on me and then found Julie, or whether he already was going out with Julie and I was just a side-effect. I never could figure it out.
"Is your stepmom living with anyone?" Shaun asks me. I shrug. Shaun's been sitting in my office playing computer games for half an hour.
"If she is, I've never heard about it. I doubt she'd tell Troy something like that, so she may very well be."
"When do you leave again?"
"Friday. Lunch flight, leaves at 11:30. Troy just gave me the ticket."
"Do you know anybody in Dallas?"
"Nobody."
"Where in Dallas does your stepmom live?"
"Actually it's Arlington."
"That's where Six Flags is, isn't it?" he asks me. He gets killed on his game and shuts off the computer.
"She actually lives about a mile from it."
"Somebody told me it's better than Astroworld here."
"Somebody from Dallas told me Astroworld's better," I tell him. Shaun shrugs.
"Are you going to call me?" he asks me.
"Whenever I get the chance. But you have to call me sometimes."
Then we stop. All the conversation has run out. Shaun just watches me for a second, then checks his watch and waves bye. Then I'm alone.
It wouldn't be so bad if I felt like it would go on. The only time I feel like Shaun and I have something that's going to last is when we're actually having sex. It's like in the pool the other night. I brought him off, and that was pretty much it. I'm starting to feel used. He says "I love you" but for the first time I'm starting to doubt it. For the first time, I'm falling out of love with Shaun.
I find Troy in his office. He informs me that tomorrow is the last day the center will be open to the public. After that, the pool will be drained and the place will have some massive cleaning before the buyers take a last look around. Datacorp, the buyers, are interested in using the place as a facility for the workers and will probably keep most of it, maybe even just build stories onto the building with offices. I was tempted to tell Troy to tell the Datacorp people I'd be willing to throw in a copy of the "Greatest Acts" cassette, but Troy wasn't really listening and probably wouldn't have gotten it, either. I know I told Shaun I was going to erase the tapes, but I never did. Probably never will.
Shaun calls me later and tells me he wants to spend one last night with me, the last night I have, Thursday night. I say fine and hang up, and actually feel like I want to. Then the phone rings again.
"Adam Traugott?"
"Yeah."
"Derek. Aron's brother. Can I stop by?"
"Oh, Derek..." I'm at a loss for words. I figured I'd never hear from him again. "Well, I'm not really taking people to bed anymore, if that's what you want, but if you want to just stop by or something. I won't be here past Friday, but sure, come on by."
"Why Friday?"
I run through the entire story-to-date, leaving out my relationship with Shaun and just tell him I quit screwing because I was leaving Houston. He decides to stop by and see me and when he shows up later, his brother is with him. Aron is dressed in sweats. Some things never change.
"So what's the deal with the center, how come the guy is selling it?"
"Needs the money." Derek's pacing while Aron checks out my office. Finally, Aron says he wants something to drink and leaves to hunt for a vending machine. Derek looks relieved.
"I'm sorry for getting so pissed at you," he tells me. I shrug, not saying a whole lot. "I guess I should have gotten over it sooner, I might have gotten laid."
"Depends," I tell him, "I might not have taken you back." He laughs a little.
"So are you going to find a whole bunch of people in Dallas to fuck around with?"
"No, I'm outta business."
"Listen, as long as your leaving, do you think I could have that tape, the one with my first time with you on it?"
"I'll give you a copy," I compromise. He accepts this and I hunt down a second VCR from Troy's office and hook it up to mine. By this time both Derek and Aron are in my bedroom. Aron has found the tape.
"I still can't believe how small your dick is," Aron tells Derek.
"Aron, fuck off," he returns. I start copying.
"So like, what is it with you two? Do you not like each other anymore or what?" I ask them.
Aron tells me, "Derek's still pissed because I fucked his ass."
"He made me bleed. My mom bitched at me all day about it," Derek continues. "The sheets were stained and everything." I stay out of this and they start going back and forth about who's fault it was, and what one should have done and whatever. I finish the copy and toss it at Derek, then leave the room. I'm starting to not feel so bad about leaving anymore.

Chapter Nine

By the time the afternoon rolls around, I'm ready to do something besides sit in the damn locker room. I finally take off to Braum's after a failed attempt at calling Shaun. He was out somewhere. Business is steady but I manage to locate a table. It's hot out and a lot of people are getting ice cream like I do. Rocky Road. I remember the first time I had this flavor. Some foster home I was in when I was young, probably 5 or 6. Shortly after my parents were killed in the car wreck. I don't remember who they were, all I remember is that I was crying, wanting to know where my parents were, and they were trying to coax me not to cry and one of the bribes was Rocky Road.
I never knew my real parents, not really. I had gone through about two foster homes, then in the boys center for a while. That place was rough. I had to have been 8, almost 9. The guy I was staying with at the time got transferred by his company to Los Angeles and another home was not available immediately. That boys home was where I started getting ass fucked. This nine year old kid being brought in, not knowing what's going to happen, and kids who have been there forever, some of them almost 18, pinning me down and... I shake the thought from my head as I dig into the ice cream.
The parking lot is busy, this one guy nearly hits another car pulling into the lot. And of all the cars that come in, the Dodge Caravan, the red one, pulls into the lot. A woman and her son get out. The woman I take for the mother, and it's the same kid I remember. I watch them as they walk in and order, and the kid takes off for the restroom. I jump up and follow him. The restrooms here have a little airlock, sort of, where you go through one door that's just labeled "restrooms" and then the two other doors for men and women are inside. By the time I get in the airlock, he's already locked the door. I wait. And wait. My ice cream is melting, my table could be taken by someone who thought I left. I check outside, and it turns out the woman, the mother has sat down at the table, my ice cream pushed over to the side. Terrific, I think. The mother takes my table while I'm casing her son in the restroom. Finally the kid walks out. He looks at me and I smile briefly, but he walks past me.
"Wait a second," I tell him. He turns around, not sure if it's him I'm talking to. "Could you come here for just a second." He looks confused but walks over to me. He looks at me, expecting me to say something. "Are you David by any chance?"
"Nope," he tells me, then turns and starts to walk off again.
"Wait..." He turns around again, looking desperate to get back to his mother. "Just tell me, what's your name."
"Why, what's yours?" he asks me.
"Adam Traugott."
"Why do you want to know my name?"
"Just because, I just want to know who you are."
"But why?" he asks again. This is becoming irritating and he looks out the door to check on his mother.
"I saw you here a couple of weeks ago. You got in a car, took your clothes off, and left."
"I was changing."
"Why here?"
"We were going swimming," he tells me, impatiently. He wants to leave. I look at him for a moment and wonder why I'm asking him his name. Because I want to know. Because his identity has been haunting me for a week. Because every goddamn dream I've had for the last eight days has had him in it. Because I have to know who he is.
"What is your name," I state more than ask.
"Aerck. A-E-R-C-K. Pronounced just like 'Eric'" Then he walks out the door. Now I know.
I leave the melting ice cream on the table his mother took from me and walk out the door to locate my bike. He watches me leave but as soon as I walk out the door, he comes after me.
"Wait," he tells me. I turn around. "Where do you live?"
I think about it for a moment. "Dallas," I finally tell him, then smile. He returns the smile, then says a quick "Bye" in his little-kid voice and walks back into the restaurant. I keep smiling at him, even though he's gone.

Final Chapter

The closet squeaks. Always has. Rows and rows of video tapes, lining the shelves, being black and bold. Some of the names on the spine have rubbed off, the dates slipping. I'd like to think that there are real people with real feelings on these video tapes, but there isn't. Most of them I don't know who they are, how they came to me or even if they enjoyed what happened. Money. That's what this is all about. Troy's fifty percent and my fifty percent and we were rolling in the dollars. I can't picture faces anymore. It's odd. They're just names on an index card and my only memory is being a part of their sexual identity for five minutes or less.
I don't watch these tapes. I've recorded just about all of them since I started, hours and hours of ravishing sexual experiences, but all I do is record. Because when all you're watching is a picture, and the little emotional involvement that there was in the first place isn't evident, just two people sliding around on a bed, there's really nothing to see anymore. But there's something I want to do first.
I pull out three separate tapes, three selected ones and put the first in my VCR. A second deck has been hooked up and I place a blank tape it. Hit play. Hit record. The sex act goes on for a few minutes, and I watch with a blank stare that passes for interest. It's over. Go to the second tape. Fast forward until the counter reads the number I want. Copy. It's over. Repeat with the third and wonder how many of the kids on all the video tapes knew about the camera sitting in the corner. The third is over.
I pull out the fresh compilation and set it on the VCR, so as not to confuse it with the other tapes. Walk out the door, find Troy's toolbox, find Troy's hammer, go back to the room. I can't really hear the crack as I hit the case of the tape but the plastic shards fly onto the floor. The reel escapes and lays a path across the room. Do the second tape. Forcibly pry the casing and release its contents. The third.
Over a hundred tapes in all. As I sit on the bed and watch the pile of magnetic chrome media that litters my floor, I silently pray and hope that these people, these children's lives that I have invaded will forget what's been recorded.
I grab the one video tape I separated from the rest, and walk out the door.

"He's upstairs. He might be asleep," she tells me. She's so quiet, a subtle reminder that her life was disrupted quite a bit, and she will not recover any time soon. I've wondered before exactly how hard Shaun's mother took the death. I know Shaun wasn't terrifically affected by it. Too many problems that were solved rather than aggravated when he died.
Shaun is asleep when I walk into his room. I sit and watch him sleep for a moment, staying silent on his bed, remembering how he looked when he was asleep in my bed, his arms wrapped around his body. He wakes slowly when I rest my hand on his body. He's tired but sits up.
"What are you doing here?" he asks, yawning. I lay the tape on his lap.
"To give you that," I tell him. "And to say goodbye."
"You don't leave until tomorrow, I thought."
"I know. But I figured this would be easier." He looks disappointed but doesn't say anything.
"What's the tape for?" he asks.
"It's a copy of all the times you were with me, the ones that got recorded, anyway. It's the only one, so if you lose it, that's it."
"What about all your tapes?"
"They're gone." He doesn't say anything. He just looks at me. I was tempted to just leave Houston without saying anything, to avoid this. Avoid feeling the way I feel right now, not wanting to leave, not wanting to leave Shaun alone. I didn't. I couldn't do that to Shaun because I knew he'd never forgive me. I don't know what's going to become of this, honestly. We can say we'll write, we'll talk on the phone, maybe he can make it to Arlington for a few days. Maybe we'll just forget about each other.
He sets his hands on my shoulders and I move toward him, wrapping my hands around his body and pulling us together. I just shut my eyes as he hugs me. His warm body touching mine, just the way it's always been. His grip is tight and I feel something wet drip onto my neck and realize he's silently tearing.
"I love you."

So my entire life is packed into a suitcase on a shuttle flight to Texas' twin cities. In less than two hours I'll be at Dallas Love Field, ready to start my life over. Shaun didn't come with me to the airport. Troy stands at the terminal watching me leave. He tells me that the contract has been signed, that the Houston Recreation Center is now officially D.E.E.G. - Datacorp Employees Exercise Group - although there are rumors that it will be open in limited membership to the public, for those that want to pay the price. Troy turned down a large check for the sale in trade of a smaller check and a guaranteed job with Datacorp. His new life, the one I'm not a part of, starts on Monday. Troy won't miss me. Troy doesn't miss anything.
Julie and Jerry made it knowledge at the school they go to that they are going out. "Going out" in 14-year old terms means a lot of holding hands, however I'm sure they're doing a lot more than that in Jerry's bed.
The seat is hard an uncomfortable as I put my seat belt on. I'm in the very first row of coach with only one seat beside me. A small girl flying by herself colors with crayons and occasionally looks up at me, as if to suggest I might try to take one from her. The plane rattles as the engines start up, and with what honestly looks like a golf cart to me, they back the plane out of the terminal. From my view I can see the windows in the terminal. I don't see Troy and I figure he's already on his way back to his car. He's rid of me.
It's strange to watch the fumes float across the runway on a hot day like this. The runway stretches out into the distance before the plane turns and all I can see is the highway some distance from the airport. The captain makes some announcement and all the stewards and stewardesses disappear for a moment. We shift and rock a little before starting. The power drive just before we take off, the one that pushes you back into your seat is the part I like best. I close my eyes and feel it pull me backwards. As I close the window shade, I watch Houston disappear.

end of part 1

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