Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2012 23:05:00 +0000
From: Chris Carr <andy_dick35@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gonna Cost Ya

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Gonna Cost Ya


Part I


Crossing the campus he chanced a glance at a passing pair of buns. Another
pair of skinny jeans catching his eye he imagined few would believe his odd
predilection. Sometimes his wandering eye worried him. In an environment
such as his, it could prove dangerous.

Two years he'd worked security at the high school.  Not necessarily his
dream job but it beat collecting unemployment. For the most part it'd been
a routine job. Walking the campus he'd break up the occasional fight or
escort some belligerent to the principal's office. Once he'd proven
instrumental in preventing a teacher from being assaulted by a couple of
thugs after hours but other than that, things were pretty normal. That is,
until they put the cameras in.

Eight of them total, they monitored various obscure locations about campus.
He and his partner Rita rotated monitoring them, one of them usually about
campus. Harmless at first, he'd seen more about campus, these horny kids
frequently slipping up. Not more than once he'd caught some unsuspecting
couple, entwined and engaged in what comes natural. And the boy's bathroom
was a virtual hotbed of teen activity!

How he wished a camera could've been placed there!  The times he could've
watched some randy boy go at it, uninterrupted, his own dick in his hand!
Too bad that was considered a violation. He settled for the scheduled visit
to the boy's bathrooms instead, his heart in his throat every time he
entered. On those occasions he was fortunate enough to catch some boy, it
was with some sadness he couldn't do more than send them back to their
appointed class.

Rita accounted her stories of girls doing odd things in bathrooms
likewise. It's no wonder they're coming up pregnant so often.  But it was
the accounts of girls kissing girls in the bathroom that intrigued him
most. Oh to have seen that!

It was on a quiet afternoon things changed. Seated at the monitors he was
casually eating a bowl of chili, a baseball game on the radio when movement
on camera six caught his attention. For some time various groups of boys
had been caught rolling dice on this camera but word apparently got out it
was monitored and that activity died down.

Watching the boy duck behind the gym, Dennis surmised that not everyone had
heard the area was monitored because, shortly, the boy pulled out what
looked liked weed and lit up. Leaning against the building, he made himself
comfortable, puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth.

Dennis considered apprehending the little fool but decided against it,
reasoning he'd probably be gone before he could make it across campus.
Slurping another gulp of chili, he watched the poor unsuspecting devil.


Must be a freshman, Dennis speculated, observing the boy's small stature
and baby-like features. Wonder where'd he get the weed? God, these kids
have no limitations nowadays.

In time, the boy finished his weed but he didn't leave. Dennis watched him
a while longer, the realization dawning on him he might have to go out
there. Why isn't he in class? Man, these kids are a mess!

He was about to stand and leave when he saw the kid look right, then left,
as if checking. What tha? The area deserted, it was why the school had
placed a camera there. Watching him intently, Dennis almost gasped when the
little bugger reached in his pants!

Leaning forward, he strained at the grainy image, his heart skipping a
beat. Right there before his eyes, some horny kid was playing with
himself. His hand tucked inside his scant jeans, the obvious movement was
unmistakable.

Damn, he couldn't believe his luck! Scooting closer, his hand involuntarily
wandered to his own growth. Squeezing it through his uniform, he watched as
the boy's hips slowly arched forward. Was the little snot gonna cream
inside his pants?

Barely containing his excitement, he reached inside his own pants.
Momentarily remembering the unlocked door, he quickly locked it, returning
to the monitor just in time to see the boy turn toward the wall and extract
his wickedly hard dick.

The image of poor quality, Dennis had to look closely to catch the full
picture but sure enough, his little friend was rounding the bases, his hand
whipping wildly about the head of his exposed dick. His own dick sticking
out his pants, Dennis matched his movements, his heart thundering in his
ears.

In a matter of minutes the boy raised up on his toes, his dick aimed at the
wall. Racing to keep up, Dennis flailed his dick, eyes glued on the
monitor. Though he couldn't quite see the boy's cum, he knew he was in the
throes of orgasm, his hand all but a blur while his hips bucked.  Dancing
around on his toes, he threw his hips forward, one, two, three times, then
his head flew back and he let out an obvious excited exhalation.  In that
instant, gazing at his cute face, eyes squeezed close, mouth gapped open,
Dennis' heart melted. What a cutie! He gasped, his dick jumping in his
hand.  Angry spurts colliding with the monitor, he danced about on his
toes, his orgasm just as robust as the boy's. On the fourth spurt he
glanced at the monitor, watching in awe as the boy shook his cum soaked
dick. Flinging his issue against the wall, he wiped his hands on his pants
then tucked his dick inside.

Dennis stared in wonder as the boy zipped up, then ducked around the far
corner of the gym.

Around noon the next day he'd got a call to the Science Building.
Apparently, someone had brought some fireworks to school and set them off
in the boy's bathroom. As he entered the boy's bathroom he spied the spent
shells behind a trash can. All investigations proved fruitless, none of the
little snots willing to snitch.

All day he'd anticipated his little visitor's return. Speculating
yesterday's performance was a onetime event, his heart would literally skip
a beat when he considered a repeat performance. Sometime that afternoon he
made sure he was monitoring the cameras, sending Rita to patrol the campus.

His dick swelling with anticipation he stared at camera six. Trying to
distract himself he started in on the incident report for the bathroom
caper. The hour passing, his heart dropped as he slowly accepted his boy
wasn't going to return.

Finishing his report he separated the three copies, filing them in the
appropriate boxes. He was just about to light up a cigarette when he spied
movement out the corner of his eye. Well I'll be damned!

Placing his pack of cigarettes aside he glanced at the clock. Gonna be a
short show today, he mused, the hour late. Pulling up his chair, he gazed
at the monitor. Like the day before the boy quickly lit up.  Puffing away,
Dennis shook his head. Damn kid, gonna get lightheaded!

His weed quickly consumed, the boy did a precursory check then, like the
day before, he reached in his pants and began groping himself. Horny little
bastard, Dennis grinned, squeezing his own dick.

Thanking his lucky stars, he matched the boy's movements, pulling his dick
out when the boy extracted his. Damn, too bad I can't keep these films! His
dick slippery with precum, he slathered it around the bulbous head of his
dick.

Who is this kid? He wondered, squishing noises filling the small monitor
room, his dripping dick jutting from his uniform.  Rapidly approaching his
urgent release, the boy turned towards the wall.  Standing, Dennis equally
stroked his dick.

In a matter of seconds the kid's hips began jerking, signaling his unruly
explosion. Damn, this kid's a virtual cum-cannon, Dennis mused, his own
hips edging forward. God, what he would've given to be with this marvelous
boy. To feel his urgent release, pelting his tongue. His balls taut, his
hips bucking as he pushed his dick down his throat.

His illicit fantasy pushing him over the edge, Dennis stared at the cute
boy, caught in the throes of his daily release and then his dick started
spurting. Man, you couldn't pay for this kind of entertainment.

Dancing about on his toes, in time his issue ebbed to a dribble. On camera
the boy shook his dick like before, then flinging the last of his cum
against the wall, he wiped his hands on his pants and tucked his dick
away. Watching him dash away, Dennis looked at the mess he'd made. Totally
worth it, he rationalized, preparing to clean up.

All the next day Dennis wrestled with lust and his need for duty. The last
thing he wanted was to cancel his daily performances but his job required
he apprehend the youth. After long deliberation, he finally surrendered,
informing Rita he'd take the afternoon rounds. It was with some sadness he
headed for the far end of the campus. Damn job!

Posting in an inconspicuous location, he waited around the side of the
building. Again he wondered if the boy would actually return, his heart
racing. Time passed and like clockwork his little masturbator appeared. Up
close he was even more stunning, his cherub features angelic. Damn, just
how young is this kid? Dennis wondered, gazing on his boy-like face.

Like the days before, the boy lit up his weed. Acrid smoke filling the air,
Dennis peered around the building, his heart pounding in his ear. Should he
grab the little violator now, catching him in the act?  His lust greater
than his sense of duty, he found his feet glued to the pavement.

As the expected moment grew closer, Dennis felt a light perspiration break
out on his forehead. Waiting with great excitement, he nearly gasped out
loud when, on cue, the boy looked right, then left towards Dennis. Ducking
out of sight, he carefully peered around the wall, his mouth falling open
when the kid reached inside his pants.

Unable to contain himself, Dennis found his own hand involuntarily reaching
inside his pants. Damn, this is too hot, he panted, all the while praying
Rita wasn't observing this camera.

In time the boy pulled his dick out, his small hand slipping around the
angry head. Oh God, his dick is magnificent! Gazing at the boy's anxious
growth, he judged it about 6-7 inches long. The head adequately dripping,
the boy's hips gyrated as he spread his juices about the shiny helmet.

That would fit perfectly in my mouth, Dennis thrilled, his mouth watering
as he imagined his lips gliding up the stiff shaft to finally slip around
the engorged head. His stroking matching the boy's he gazed at his slight
form, his slender waist and small, perfectly formed boy ass.

Watching the boy's ass writhe in time to his hip's wiggling, Dennis almost
blasted right there. God, what he'd do with those luscious, boy cakes!

Both of them lost in their own bliss, man and boy happily stroked, their
twin moments nearing. Like all the times before, the boy turned towards the
wall as his urgent release neared. Moving slightly back, Dennis watched
intently, the boy's dick almost out of sight as he turned away from
him. Just a small portion of the swollen head visible, Dennis trained his
gaze on the dripping faucet.

With a small gasp, the boy's hips yanked forward, his dick spurting rapid
salvos of hot cum against the wall. Stifling a loud moan, Dennis shot also,
his issue assaulting the wall, dripping down the side of the building.
Reminding himself what he was really there for, he quickly cleaned up,
pushing his still erect dick inside his pants.

"Hey!" He called, rounding the building. His dick still out, the boy almost
jumped out his skin. Turning away from the man, he crammed his still
spurting growth inside his pants, his heart thundering in his ears.

"Hey, come here," Dennis instructed. Scared shitless, the kid wondered had
the man been there all along?

"What's your name?"

"Rayshon," The boy replied, face flushed.

"What class are you supposed to be in?

"Uh...Spanish."

"What're ya doin' out here then?"

"Nothin." He was a cool one.

"Com'on kid, you think I'm stupid?"

Dropping his head, he said nothing. "Ok, come with me."

Leading him back to the guard station, he informed Rita he needed to fill
out an incident report for his detainee. She took his place on patrol,
leaving them alone. Motioning for him to sit, he watched as the boy looked
at the monitors, his eyes wide. So he didn't know?

"What are these?" He asked, looking at the glowing screens.

"Monitors. There are cameras all around campus." Glancing at the boy he saw
his sheer surprise. "You didn't know?" Shaking his head, he stared at cam
six. Poor kid, Dennis thought.

"Listen, I'm willing to let you off with a warning. Just don't skip class
anymore alright?"

"K," He readily agreed, standing. To his surprise, Dennis noticed a bulge
in the boy's pants. Aww, hell! I gotta get this kid out of here!

Opening the door, his heart sank as he watched those precious boy globes
walk away.

A couple of days passed without major incident, the biggest event a fight
that broke out in the lunch area. Apparently the dice throwing boys had a
disagreement about a debt and a fight broke out. Patrolling the school on
his usual rounds, Dennis couldn't help thinking about Rayshon, his angelic
face dancing about his brain. Sometimes he'd see him in the throes of
climax, his face scrunched up. Other times he'd see those cute round buns,
walking out his office that day. But the fantasy that returned the most was
his extra hard dick, jutting from his pants, slickened with his juices as
he stroked it. He could've watched that every day!

On a day like any other he was bumping around the video room when he
noticed movement on camera six. Pausing, he moved closer. To his surprise,
Rayshon was behind the distant building, leaning against the wall.  Whatha?

Clipboard in hand, he was about to fill out a requisition for more forms.
Blinking, he stared at the monitor. This couldn't be happening. For sure
Rayshon knew he was on camera now. But there he was, casually idling the
time away, leaning against the wall, a mysterious ball cap pulled down over
his eyes. His usual stick of weed missing, Dennis wondered what could've
brought him back to the scene of the crime?

He didn't have to wait long because, right there on camera, Rayshon started
groping himself. It was sort of inconspicuous at first, almost as if he was
merely passing his hand over his groin. But the movements continued, slowly
becoming more deliberate until, eventually, there was no doubting it, the
horny snot was playing with himself. ON CAM!

Laying his clipboard down, Dennis perched on the edge of his chair. Didn't
this kid know there were two of us observing the cameras? What if Rita had
been watching instead of him? Guess that's why he's got that silly hat?

Still shocked, Dennis watched as Rayshon reached inside his pants. If there
was any doubt about his intentions before, they'd all been laid to rest
now.

Turning towards the camera, Rayshon fished around his pants, his hand
obviously going up and down now. Staring at the screen Dennis felt his dick
swell. Could it be? Not wanting to jump to silly conclusions, he merely
thanked his lucky stars he was present to see this.


His hand still working inside his pants, Rayshon's body started to respond,
his hips moving slightly forward. For some time his hand played around in
his pants, his body wiggling in response. It was like he was purposely
putting on a show, delaying exposing himself for effect.

Then, his hand reaching further in his pants, he slowly raised his head
until his eyes showed, darkened by the brim of his hat.  With a silly smirk
he pulled his dick out, his hand whipping around the head. Little shit!

His hips gyrating, Rayshon was well on the way to a rapid release. Glancing
every so often up at the camera, he fisted his growth, his body twitching
and wiggling in delight. Unable to contain his excitement, Dennis whipped
his dick out, his hand instantly finding the leaking head. Fuck a porn
movie, he leered, his dick sticking straight up.

Stroking in time to the boy's strokes, Dennis was soon nearing rapid
release too. You couldn't PAY for this, he beamed, his conscious
nevertheless smiting him when he considered what he was doing. He should
stop the little horndog. Catch him in the act and scare him real good.

Torn, he couldn't stop stroking. Just the idea this kid was purposely
masturbating on cam for him was more than his good judgment could
overrule. If he does it again, I'll bust his li'l ass, he promised, his
dick swelling with lust.

In a matter of minutes Rayshon was raising up on his tiptoes, all the
familiar signs present. Standing himself, Dennis aimed for the monitor, his
hips edging forward. Bracing himself against the wall, Rayshon's hips
bucked forward. Dancing about on his toes, his head fell back, eyes closed.
Aware he was squirting, Dennis felt his dick lunge, hot, creamy bolts
slamming against the monitor.

Both caught in orgasmic bliss, man and boy danced about, splashing wall and
monitor with their hot cum. Thanking the gods for this wondrous gift,
Dennis shook and writhed with glee. Promising himself he wouldn't do this
again, he quieted his guilty conscious, all the while, ogling the lovely
boy.

Coming down, Rayshon squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick, flinging
the residue on the wall as before. Observing the mess he'd made, Dennis
watched through a cum-stained screen as the boy looked up once more, his
dick still sticking out his pants. Then, to his total shock, the boy thrust
his hips forward, as if offering his dick to the camera.

That silly smirk on his face again, he wiped his hands on his jeans then
tucked his dick in his pants. Darting out of site, he looked up one last
time as he passed under the camera. He'd definitely have to deal with that
kid, Dennis thought.

The next day he made sure to be in the monitor room at the appointed
time. All he needed was for Rita to catch the little shit jacking off on
cam. Certain the boy wouldn't return, he was more than shocked when, once
again, Rayshon showed up. You have GOT to be kidding me! Dennis couldn't
believe his eyes.

Like the day before, he casually leaned against the wall a while, that
funny hat pulled over his eyes. When he reached in his pants, Dennis felt
his dick swell, despite his reservations. I've got to stop doing this!

Holding on as long as he could, when the boy whipped his hard inches out,
smirking at the camera again, he involuntarily reached inside his pants.
Slathering the angry head of his dick with his juices, he stared at the
camera as Rayshon obviously performed. There was no doubting it now. He was
doing this on purpose, the consequences be damned.

His hips edging forward, Dennis felt himself careening towards another
illicit nutt. His balls taut, he swore he'd catch the kid the next
day. Blasting his issue against the wall, Rayshon's hips bucked, his dick
thrust forward. Likewise Dennis assaulted the lone monitor carrying the
image of the delicious boy. This has got to stop.

The next day the boy didn't show. Relieved, Dennis suspected he'd had his
fill. Typical, he thought, going about his business.  The hour almost over,
he was about to wrap up when Rayshon casually walked on cam. Ah hell,
Dennis sighed.

Pulled into the vortex, it wasn't long before they both were happily
stroking, Rayshon glancing up at the camera while Dennis stared.
Captivated, he couldn't believe the incredible pull this simple act had on
him. While he knew there were heavy penalties associated with things like
this, he couldn't help responding, every time the little snot provoked him.
In fact, his mind running ahead, he was even considering other things, even
more risky.

Was it possible this could be the one exception? Maybe he could get away
with it?

His dick aimed once again at the monitor, he bathed it in cum, the instant
Rayshon started bucking his hips. He had to admit, these were some of the
most powerful orgasms he'd ever had. And while that confused him, he
nevertheless felt himself pulled further into the abyss.

Determined to not fall prey to the youth's manipulations, Dennis waited out
of sight the next day. Though he loathed bringing their escapades to an
end, he knew it was better to not continue. Like clockwork, Rayshon
appeared, that silly hat over his eyes.

"Hey," Dennis called, stepping around the building before he could get
started. His eyes two surprised zeroes, Rayshon practically jumped off the
ground. As he approached, Dennis watched as the boy took off, running top
speed around the corner, out of site...

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