There I was, one week before the end of high school. Going to college in the fall. Nice car, good f****y, friends.
I had it all. So, what was I doing on my hands and knees in a video booth on the wrong side of town,
dressed as a cheerleader with a cock in each hand, one in my ass and one buried in my throat?
It had all started a few months ago. I was locked out of my house in the pouring rain,
and I went over to our neighbor’s to see if I could hang out with him until my parents got home.
He was a cool guy, single, mid 30’s, worked for a software company, and drove a nice car.
Had bought me beer behind my parents back once or twice. He’d been over to our house for dinner a few times.
My father kind of avoided him but my mother got along with him well.
I knocked on the door and when he saw me, he let me in immediately. I stood dripping in the hallway explaining
how I hated to bother him but could I hang with him until my parents got home. He cut me off and grabbed
a towel and told me to get out of my wet clothes as he hurried upstairs explaining he’d get me something dry to wear.
I waited until he disappeared, and stripped quickly drying off my muscular legs.
I always felt weird about my body because even as a senior in high school,
I had hardly any hair at all on my skin and my pubic hair was almost non-existant.
“Get dry, and go into the living room and get yourself a drink to warm up”, he shouted from the bedroom.
“Sweet!” I thought to my self and moved into the living room, wrapping the towel around my waist.
I went straight for the brandy, and poured a huge glass, gulping it down quickly.
It burned and I could feel the warmth spreading through my body. Two more went down quickly and I poured one more.
Sitting on the couch I grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on. As the picture came on,
I heard moaning and realized I was watching a guy fucking a young girl from behind furiously.
In my fuzzy state, I forgot all about Jim upstairs and watched raptly, my attention glued to the screen.
