DISCLAIMER:
I deliberately withhold details in my stories until a reveal, so if you find yourself offended easily by often-taboo subjects, you may want to click away.
All characters, places, and events involved are fictional. Every character is 18 years or older.
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It was nearly the end of Arthur's final highschool year. He'd recently celebrated his 18th birthday, and is excited for college. He's a bit of a "goodie two-shoes" and a momma's boy, usually keeping away from trouble, drugs, and alcohol. He's had a few relationships, but none serious nor long-lasting.
Today has gone like any other; He'd dutifully done his work in class, finishing half of his homework during lunch period. His hand darted up at every question. Talking to his teachers a little after every class, as he loved to brighten their days and show his appreciation for the work that they do, apologizing for the roudiness of some of his classmates. When the final bell rings, he'd met his friends in the hallway to chat as he put away anything he need not bring home.
It was the weekend, so he and his friend made plans to stay at his place tonight. Walking alongside his good friend Joey, they made to leave. Joey's sister offered a ride to them both even though they don't live far away at all. Arthur had forgotten something in school. Handing Joey his backpack, Arthur told him that he'd forgot something and would rather walk anyway. To go ahead and that he'd catch up. As they got into the car and drove off, Arthur ran back before they locked up the doors. The janitor reopened them, knowing Arthur to be a trustworthy young man. As well as his mother, Mrs. Emily Godwin, also being a celebrated teacher among the staff.
He roamed the halls to his last class, grabbed his glasses, and headed back out. He was used to wearing his contacts, so it was an easy mistake. Exiting the side of the building, he walked by the baseball field. A well-kept part of the highschool grounds.
Then, the sound of faint voices caught his ears from the distance towards the field. Curious, he began walking over. As he approached, he heard a cute giggle and a few light snacking sounds. Carefully, Arthur approached and stood near the thick cinderblock opening to the field's dugout.
He waited to make sure they hadn't heard him. They clearly didn't, as he caught a man's voice on the tail end of a sentence, saying, "show me just how much you NEED a good dick." Arthur silently gasped at the dirty talk, feeling awkward for catching whoever was in the dugout. He was comparatively innocent, at least on the surface. He figured something sexual was about to happen.
Soon, he heard kissing sounds and the guy sighing. Knowing what must be happening, his body started to react immediately. Arthur placed his hand over his growing bulge. Rubbing it gently, he thought how he should leave, but decided to listen instead. After more wet kissing sounds, he heard the girl's muffled moans followed by another kiss, the guy groaning loudly. "Fuccccck yes!" his voice suddenly more animalistic, the girl squealed. Arthur's cock throbbed painfully within its confines.
Bringing his head a little closer to the doorway, he could clearly make out the girl's muffled and melodic moaning, presumably around a cock she couldn't get enough of. Judging by the breathing, sloppy sounds, and occasional gurgle, he must have been fucking her throat. Unable to control himself much longer, Arthur peered around to make sure everyone else had left before unzipping the front of his pants.
Arthur freed his moderate, almost seven inch cock from his underwear. A fair size, given his effeminate frame and small stature. Taking hold of it, he re-focused on the wonderful sounds driving him wild. Just then, he could hear the girl almost squeaking around the dick in her mouth. "Mph, mph, mph... mmmmmm..." her moans interrupted now and again. Was she having an orgasm just from sucking cock? She sounded like quite a slut. Not that he was judging her. He was a bit jealous.
