Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 14:35:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: Borrowed Time, Part 7: Messed Up

Borrowed Time
by Traumarei

Part 7. Messed Up

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.


The end of Jerry's freshman year, things got really messed up. At first,
though, it looked like it was going to be a good thing.

It started early in April, when Karl called him up after school one day to
say his folks would be going out of town for a weekend later that month and
ask if he could stay over at Jerry's house while they were gone. Jerry
quickly agreed, thinking this must mean that Karl wanted to fool around
some. He thought it was kind of weird that Karl didn't want Jerry to over
to his house, but then he remembered that Karl was the only one of them who
had never had the guys over to jack off, even including Asshole Trevor. He
shrugged. Maybe Karl just felt weird about doing stuff in his house, if his
folks were all that religious.

A couple of days later, Jerry saw Karl at school and started to say
something to him about the sleepover. Karl got a kind of desperate look on
his face and quickly walked away. That night, though, he called up again,
just to make sure things were still on. He apologized for cutting Jerry
off, and said he just didn't want to talk about it at school. He also asked
Jerry not to mention the sleepover to any of the other guys, which Jerry
thought was very odd until he remembered Dale's speculations about Karl's
orientation. Maybe he's gay, Jerry thought, and wants to talk to me about
it without any of the other guys getting an idea. It gave him a warm
feeling inside, that Karl might want to talk to him about it instead of any
of the others--even if it was because he thought Jerry was the only other
gay guy in the group.

Friday afternoon came. After stopping by at his house to pick up things,
Karl came by. No one else was home.

Jerry didn't waste any time. "So, want to mess around some?" He wanted to
do blow jobs again, but figured after last time it would be better to start
a little more cautiously. Hopefully, there would be time for that later in
the weekend.

"Sure!" Karl seemed enthusiastic enough, but Jerry thought he sounded a bit
nervous.

Quickly they each shucked their shoes and socks, pulled down their jeans
and underwear, and started stroking. Jerry offered Karl some vegetable oil
that he kept in a small bottle by his bed to use for lube. He couldn't
remember if Karl had been there any of the times Jerry had brought lube for
using with the other guys.

"Want some?"

"Sure." The other boy poured a few drops into the palm of his hand, then
cupped it around his hardon. "Wow! That feels great." He stroked a few
times.

"Want me to do you?" Jerry thought maybe it was a little early still, but
he couldn't keep from offering.

Karl hesitated. "Okay," he finally said.

Jerry poured some oil on his hand, then moved over to grasp Karl's
erection. Slowly, he pulled up and down. "Wow," Karl said again. "That
feels really--really--good--with the oil." He was panting as he spoke,
lying back against the pillows on the bed as Jerry leaned over him.

"Yeah. It's great," said Jerry absently. He was using both hands on Karl
now, concentrating on stroking different spots, individually and in
combination, and seeing how Karl reacted. He didn't particularly want to
make this a long one--better, he thought, to get it over with, and then
they could have more fun later on.

"Oh, God. Oh, Christ. Shit! I--" And suddenly Karl thrust his cock
violently upwards into Jerry's oil-slicked hands and fountained upward,
shooting his cum up onto his chest. Jerry kept stroking even as Karl
twitched his way through his orgasm, even though his cock clearly had
become much more sensitive as soon as he started shooting.

"Oh, God," the other boy said weakly at last. "That came way before I
expected."

"Yeah. It sneaks up sometimes on you, with the lube." Jerry grinned, and
stroked him again.

"Christ, don't do that. It's just too fucking sensitive." He grinned
back. "Maybe a little while later."

"Sure. We've got all weekend."

Jerry, meanwhile, became aware again of his own cock, now straining for
attention. He reached a hand down to start stroking.

"If you can wait a couple of minutes, I'll do you."

Jerry, more than happy with that idea, removed his hand from his cock and
leaned back. "I wonder why boys ever stop doing this," he wondered out
loud, just to make conversation.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, stroking off. Stroking off with other guys. It's--I mean, shit,"
he gestured, trying to explain his thoughts. "Look at what all Paul goes
through with that girlfriend he has, Tonya what-the-fuck. I mean, I guess
she's fun and all, but it seems like an awful lot of work. I heard him tell
Dale that she gives lousy blow jobs, too. Can't remember to keep her teeth
covered."

This was stuff Jerry had been wondering about for a while. He didn't think
it had anything to do with being gay, except maybe that being gay, he
couldn't understand what the big attraction was of putting up with all the
hassle that came with girls. He'd wanted to ask one of his straight
friends, but had been afraid of how it would sound. Now that he'd finally
started talking about it, it all seemed to just pour out without any
conscious choice on his part.

"I mean, I'm not gay." He still figured he'd better say that, just in
case. "But a guy, like, knows how to make another guy feel good. There's
nothing gay about it." He wondered if he was trying to convince Karl. He
sure as hell knew that there was something gay about it when he did it.

"I figure there'd be way less girls getting pregnant if more guys would
just have fun with each other." And that was more than enough of that.

"Yeah," Karl said. His eyes were starting to get glazed again with
lust. And suddenly Jerry knew that Karl was definitely gay, at least some,
even if he didn't know it yet.

"Want me--" He cleared his throat. "Want me to do you now?"

"Sure!"

Jerry leaned back, while Karl put some more vegetable oil on his
hands. Then he started stroking Jerry.

Karl wasn't very good at it, actually--he hadn't used lube, or at least
this lube, often enough to get a feel for how it changed things for the guy
who was feeling it. Still, the fact that it was another guy doing it made
it good. It had been months since Jerry had felt another guy's hand on his
cock. He was surprised at how warm and comfortable it made him feel
inside. Happy. He had missed this.

He looked up at Karl and saw the other boy looking down at him, still with
desire on his face but also a hint of shyness as well. He smiled
reassuringly at Karl. Karl grinned back, and then moved his hand down to
press against the spot below Jerry's balls, where the muscles went down
toward his asshole. Jerry arched his back in surprise.

"I tried that, after, you know, the blow job you gave me last time, when
you, uh, tickled my," he drew a deep breath, "my balls. That felt so
good. Did you, um, like it?"

"Karl, you're a fucking moron if you have to ask that question." Jerry
grinned up at him.

Then Karl did something Jerry hadn't expected. He leaned down and took an
inch or so of Jerry's cock into his mouth.

Jerry gasped. With one hand, Karl held onto the base of his cock. With the
other, he pressed again against the skin below Jerry's cock. Then,
awkwardly, he started bobbing up and down on Jerry's cock.

Oh, God. Even with how inexperienced Karl was, the feeling was really,
really great. Jerry wondered if it was all just the physical sensation, or
if being gay made him like it more because it was another boy's mouth. The
thought of that made his cock stiffen further, and he realized he was
beginning to start into the home stretch.

"Karl." The other boy ignored him. "Karl!" He looked up and met Jerry's
eyes, but kept bobbing up and down on his cock. "If you keep doing this,
I'm--oh, SHIT!--going to cum really, really soon." Karl grinned at him and
licked at the bottom of his cock. Jerry could feel that at the same time he
was sucking on him, Karl was also now thrusting against the bedclothes.

"I--oh, Christ!--" And Jerry was cumming into Karl's mouth, while Karl
tried to swallow.

The feeling was too big to keep inside himself. Jerry turned partway and
reached his hand down toward Karl's cock. As soon as he gripped it, he felt
Karl stiffening in a second orgasm, with squirt after squirt pouring out
over Jerry's hand and onto the bedclothes.

They lay there for a couple of minutes, both panting. Jerry felt about as
happy as he had ever felt before. "What a mess," he finally said,
chuckling.

Beside him, he felt Karl stiffening. "Oh, God," the other boy moaned. He
didn't sound happy.

Suddenly Jerry was concerned. "Karl? Karl, what's wrong?" He sat up,
grabbed a towel, and started cleaning up his own hand and where Karl had
shot on the bed, along with some places where Jerry's cum had leaked out of
Karl's mouth onto Jerry's stomach and pubes.

"Oh, God," Karl moaned again. Jerry, stunned, saw tears start to trickle
down his face.

"It's okay." He put his hand on the other boy's shoulder, but he tensed up
even more. "Karl, whatever it is, it's okay."

The other boy turned so he was facedown on the bed. "No, it's not," he
mumbled into the bedclothes.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm--I'm a pervert." Karl's body spasmed in a great sob. "I--I liked
that. That's why I came over. I couldn't stop th-thinking about it. About
c-cocks, and blow jobs, and g-giving another boy a blow job. I kept jacking
off thinking about it. About n-naked guys."

"That's okay," said Jerry, rubbing his shoulder. He didn't really know what
else to do. "It's okay to be gay."

Karl lifted up his head. "I'm not gay." Jerry could only look at him,
astounded.

"I'm not gay! I'm not a faggot! You're the faggot." His eyes
narrowed. "You're the one who made me this way. It wasn't till you gave me
that blow job that I started thinking that way."

Jerry just looked at him for a minute. Karl's face was red, and got redder
while Jerry was watching. He looked furious.

"Liar." Karl's eyes widened. Apparently he hadn't expected Jerry to argue
back. Seizing the offensive, he continued. "You've been thinking about guys
and blow jobs ever since seventh grade." From the expression on Karl's
face, he knew he had scored a hit. "I didn't know what those looks meant
that you kept giving Dale when he was jacking off, but I sure as shit know
what they mean now."

The anger on Karl's face changed to a look of horror. Dimly, in the back of
his mind, Jerry found himself surprised that the other boy hadn't started
pounding him yet. Apparently he wasn't as purely angry as he looked. "Oh,
God! Dale! You can't tell him."

Jerry laughed. "He fucking knows already. He told me six months ago that
you were gay." Well, sort of.

The expression on Karl's face got worse. "I can't--you can't--"

Jerry shook his head. "You're really messed up, dude. You need to talk to
someone about this." He thought back on how it was when he first realized
he was gay. Bad as it had been, it could have been a lot worse. Listening
and looking at Karl told him that. "Dude, I'm gay too," he said. He wasn't
sure it was a good idea, but he felt like he had to tell him. "But I never
was as messed up about it as you are. You need to talk to someone."

Karl still looked horrified. "I can't--my parents--"

"There's places you can go to talk to people about what you're feeling
where they won't tell your folks." But Karl was shaking his head.

"No! I can't do it."

Karl took several deep breaths. Slowly, he stopped shuddering, and seemed
to become calmer. Then he looked over at Jerry. "I'm really, really sorry I
put you through this. Most of the time, I'm--I've come to realize--I know
I'm gay." Jerry had his doubts about that, but didn't say anything. "But
sometimes it hits me, you know? It's just--hard. And my parents would shit
themselves if they knew that I thought I was gay." He snorted. "Hell,
they'd shit themselves if they knew I cuss like this when they're not
around."

Jerry felt exhausted. In the last hour, he figured Karl had gone through
more emotions than he used up in several days. It was like a fucking soap
opera. But what could he do? "I still think you need help, dude. This yo-yo
think you're doing, it's not really normal. But okay," he said, holding up
his hands as Karl started to scowl. "I've said my bit. Let's go outside and
shoot some hoops, okay?" Anything to get them out of the house and into
their clothes, and out of this freaky conversation.

Maybe I'm a bad person, he thought, as they were pulling their clothes
on. Maybe I should try harder to understand. But, fuck. This is all screwed
up. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Not to mention that Karl could
plaster me if he got really mad. He shook his head.

################################################

They played games outdoors the rest of the afternoon, then
showered--separately--and had dinner with Jerry's family. Karl was very
polite--probably the most polite friend Jerry had ever invited over--and
clearly made a good impression on everyone, including Jerry's little
sister, who laughed and talked at him pretty much nonstop. Jerry had to
admit that Karl was good at paying attention to the little twerp.

That night they bunked down together in the downstairs TV room and watched
several movies until it got late. The last movie, they watched from inside
their sleeping bags. Jerry was just drifting off to sleep when he heard a
rustle, and the unzipping of a bag. A few seconds later, Karl was leaning
down next to him.

"I'm really horny again," he whispered. "Can I give you another blow job?"

This is all fucked up, Jerry thought. Still, better to play along with
it. And a blow job was a blow job. "Sure," he sighed. He zipped down his
own sleeping bag, then got up and locked the door. "Precautions," he
said. "Just in case." He lay back down again on the bag.

They both stripped completely naked this time. Karl started to give him a
blow job, but it didn't work too well since he was also trying to get
himself off at the same time. Finally, he had Karl turn around so that his
cock was up by Jerry's face, so that Jerry could stroke him off slowly
while he sucked on Jerry's cock. He didn't want to try his first real 69 in
the dark, with someone as inexperienced as Karl.

Karl was really horny. Long before Jerry felt ready to shoot, he felt
Karl's muscles clenching. Quickly he put his mouth over Karl's cock to
catch the cum--he didn't much care for the taste, still, but at least it
was a way to keep from making a mess. He figured he might as well swallow
it--it wasn't like he was trying to hide the fact that he was gay from
Karl.

A minute later his resolve shattered. "Fuck you!" he halfway yelled,
spitting Karl's cock out of his mouth. In the grip of his orgasm, Karl had
lost track of what he was doing. It felt as if he was chewing on Jerry's
cock, like a dog with a bone.

That's one excellent reason not to do a 69, Jerry thought to himself.

Karl, of course, was still pumping cum, which had now gotten all over
Jerry, his face, and the sleeping bag. Jerry was disgusted. What would go
wrong next? Ignoring Karl's apologies, he got up and got a a towel out of
the downstairs bathroom--dripping cum on the floor as he went--then
switched on the light and did his best to clean Karl's cum off the carpet
and sleeping bag.

"Thanks a lot, asshole," he murmured. His dick was completely limp, and he
wasn't in any mood for messing around anymore. Karl quietly apologized
again, while Jerry climbed into his own sleeping bag. At least the wet spot
was on the outside, he thought. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he
saw Karl kneeling beside his sleeping bag and muttering
something. Prayers. Oh, God, he thought. This kid is so messed up.

################################################

The next day Jerry did his best to keep all their activities
public--outdoors, as much as he could--and fully clothed. Karl seemed
anxious to do the same. Things went okay until that night, when they were
getting ready for bed--once again, in the downstairs TV room.

"Jer?"

"Yeah?" Jerry's voice was flat and unencouraging.

"I'd, um, I'd really like to..."

Jerry sighed. Christ.

"--I mean, if you're okay with it, I--"

"Just fucking shut up, okay?" Karl shut up. Seeing the look on his face,
though, Jerry relented. "All right. Christ. I can't believe I'm doing
this. Okay, you get naked and lie down on the sleeping bag. Jesus
Christ. I'll get the vegetable oil. After last night, I don't want you
anywhere near my cock while you're coming off, so I'll just do you, okay?"

"Okay." Karl's voice was subdued.

Jerry took a long time taking care of Karl, stroking his skin and rubbing
his nipples and playing gently with his cock and balls. Karl gasped in
surprise when Jerry started kissing his neck and chest his sides, though
from his sighs it seemed clear that he liked it. What the hell, Jerry
thought. He's gay, and so am I. I might as well kiss him if I want to.

He finished up with a slow, gentle blow job. Afterwards he cuddled with
Karl while the other boy went through his guilt phase, telling him he was a
beautiful and sexy guy and other guys would all want to be with him. It was
true, too, he thought, so long as they didn't realize how messed up Karl
was. Then it was his turn, as Karl stroked him off, ending with a blow job
the last minute or two. They slept with Karl wrapped all around Jerry that
night.

The following day--Sunday--they slept in. After a late combination
breakfast and lunch, they played video games for a couple of hours. Then
Karl said he had to leave. He told Jerry that his parents thought he'd been
staying at home the weekend, and so he needed to make sure he was back well
before they got back from their trip.

"I even made sure that the phone was accidentally disconnected, in case
they tried to call home while I was here and I didn't answer. I've got an
alibi." Jerry just shook his head. It was hard for him to imagine having to
go to that much trouble just to have a sleepover at someone else's house.

Jerry walked him home. They talked as they went.

"Thanks," Karl said. "For everything. You're--you're right, you know. This
stuff--" He kicked against the sidewalk. "This shit has to stop. I'm like a
fucking yo-yo, just like you said."

Jerry shook his head. "You can't be like this, Karl. Half the time things
are cool, and the other half things are crazy. Somehow, you need to
mellow." He paused. "Either decide you're not gonna be gay, and stick with
that, or get to feeling better about being gay."

"I don't think I can stop being gay," Karl said softly.

"Then get over it. Have fun. Jack off with guys. Give blow jobs. Whatever
you want. Just don't get so freaky weird about it afterwards."

################################################

For about three weeks after the sleepover, it looked like Karl was avoiding
Jerry. It was hard to tell, since for the most part they didn't share the
same schedules or spend time with the same group of friends.

Then Jerry came home one Sunday from checking out some things in the
library, only to find his dad waiting for him. He'd gotten a call from the
Westergrens, he said. It took a minute for Jerry to remember that was
Karl's last name.

He started to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

His dad said that Karl's dad had said something about a gay sex ring they'd
found out about, that Karl and some of his friends were involved in. They'd
called Jerry's parents to let them know, since Karl said he had been
involved.

As Jerry listened, his emotions changed from dread to an intense
anger. After what Karl had said and done, how DARE he go telling other
people about the guys' jackoff sessions. Outing him to his parents. By the
time his dad was done talking, he knew what he had to say.

Yes, he and his friends had gotten together to jerk off together sometimes,
and had jerked each other off. (He knew he wouldn't get in trouble for
saying this; his dad had said it was pretty normal for boys to experiment
like this, in a way that made Jerry think his dad had probably done so
himself at his age.) There hadn't ever been anyone else but just their
little group of friends. (His conscience twinged a bit, thinking of the
jackoff club, but he firmly smothered it.) Obviously, Karl had been one of
the boys he'd done things with. His dad could probably guess who the others
were, but he didn't want to say.

No, they'd never done anything except jerking each other off. (Bigger
twinge.) They'd stopped doing it pretty much when they started high
school. (Well, sort of.) No, he didn't think any of the guys were gay. He
knew that several of them were dating girls now, or thinking about dating
girls. (At the time, he was proud of himself of dodging the issue of
whether he himself was gay. Later he found out that his dad had noticed it
as well.)

Yeah, Karl had tried something with him during their sleepover. (True, but
misleading.) He hadn't raised a fuss about it at the time because he
thought it wasn't that big a deal. He'd never done anything with Karl that
Karl didn't want to do. (Wasn't *that* the truth.)

Afterwards, his dad ruffled his hair (he tried to control his wince) and
said Jerry was a good kid, and that it didn't sound like there was anything
really they needed to worry about. Maybe it would be a good idea not to do
things like that in the future with Karl, even if the other boy said he
wanted to. Then he ambled off, muttering something under his breath about
born-again Christian assholes.

################################################

The fallout from what happened with Karl affected the guys in different
ways.

Karl didn't show up at school again that year. Dale told him that Karl had
been withdrawn for the rest of the school year, and that he'd be going to a
Christian summer camp for boys who were confused about their gender
identity.

Paul's parents--also according to Dale--asked him a couple of questions,
then pretty much ignored it. From what Dale said, though, it sounded like
Paul was intensely embarrassed about the whole thing. He wouldn't talk
about it, or talk at all to anyone from the group of guys for that
matter--except for Dale, who was his best friend and was on the same sports
team with him. His strategy seemed to be to tough it out and show just how
straight he was by making out with his girlfriend as much as she would let
him in public.

Jerry had no idea what, if anything, happened with Trevor, who had started
hanging out with the hard-core violent types at school and whom he hardly
ever saw anymore. He guessed that maybe Karl wouldn't have mentioned
Trevor, since he hadn't done any of the group sex stuff with them for a
long time.

Jimmy had what Jerry thought was the astonishingly good fortune to move
away to California with his family just before the end of the school
year. He wasn't sure, but he thought Jimmy was gone before Karl's family
started throwing accusations around.

Dale's description of what happened when Karl's dad called up his folks was
the only time Jerry really felt like laughing during the whole thing. Jerry
had told Dale all about the weekend from schizophrenia, as he called it,
right after it happened--just to have someone to talk about it with. Dale
had agreed that it was really messed up, but reminded Jerry that he had
warned him about Karl freaking out. He also said that it was better if
Jerry didn't try to talk to Karl, but just left him alone to work things
out on his own. Jerry was fine with that.

The way Dale described it, when Karl's dad called, Dale's dad--who was a
high-priced lawyer specializing in litigation--had sat there listening for
a couple of minutes. Finally, he spoke. "You're telling me," he said, in a
clipped tone Dale did his best to imitate, "that you're calling people,
based solely on your interpretation of what your son said, and making
accusations in which you name my son as an accomplice in a sex crime?" He
paused, then spoke again. "Mr. Westergren, I am a lawyer. I make my living
suing people, and I'm very good at what I do. If I ever hear of you or your
family mentioning my son in this connection again, I will see you in court,
for violation of a dozen statutes having to do with privacy, libel, and
harassment of a minor. Then I will start complaints aimed at getting you
declared unfit parents and your children taken from your custody. Is that
clear?"

He waited again, longer this time. Finally he spoke. "Mr. Westergren, I
thank you for sharing your personal views about public morality. Let me
make this clear. If you mention my son, at all, in any connection, I will
destroy you. If your pastor mentions my son in any connection I will sue
your pastor and your church for everything it is worth, and when that is
done I will sue the church members. The same holds true for any accusations
you may make about any other minor who is not a member of your family. I
think that concludes any necessary business between us."

Then he hung up, and looked at Dale. "I can't really do all that, you
know," he said then. "But I'll do whatever I can to keep those assholes
from ruining your lives. Just--try to keep a low profile, okay?"

################################################

Later on--more than a year later, after Karl was back in school and things
had calmed down enough that he and Jerry were able to have a conversation
without Jerry wanting to belt him, even if it would have meant
suicide--Jerry found out that a lot of what Karl's parents had said hadn't
come from Karl at all. He'd been trying to talk to his folks and his pastor
about the feelings he'd been having, after they found him masturbating in
his room one time. They'd cross-examined him on how he could know he was
homosexual, and insisted on knowing whether he'd ever done anything
sexually with another boy. Then one of them remembered his after-school
get-togethers with the guys. By that time he'd been so confused that he
just blurted out a lot of what the guys had done together.

Somehow, his parents had gotten the idea that Jerry and Dale were the
ringleaders, and that Jimmy, Karl, and Paul had all been dragged into
it. (Trevor hadn't been mentioned.) Jerry had to laugh at that. Karl
guessed it was because he'd found out about Karl's sleepover with Jerry--at
least that it had happened, and that some sex stuff had occurred during
it--and about Karl's crush on Dale.

Karl could say the part about having a crush on Dale now, without any more
reaction than a violent blush.

Karl still was having a hard time with things. He had pretty much come to
accept the fact that he was gay, but he told his parents that being
homosexual was just a phase, and that he didn't feel that way anymore.

They never stopped being suspicious of who he hung out with, but despite
that they let him get out at times. Partway through Karl's junior year, he
started going to a biology club at the university--which he used as a cover
for going to the campus gay social group. After a few weeks, he started
going out with a college sophomore. Jerry thought it was really stupid, but
he didn't say anything. He was just glad he wasn't Karl's boyfriend.


(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.

Author's note: So what do you think? Pretty rough on Karl...

With the last segment here (talking about what happened with Karl), I've
jumped ahead in the timeline. I'll be jumping back to talk about what
happened to Jerry after his freshman year in the next (and quite probably
final) episode.

On other matters:

I don't know the law, and I don't know what (if anything) Dale's dad could
have done. Certainly I would hope that making accusations like that about
other people's kids could have negative consequences. I also hope that
scenarios like Karl's are becoming less common as time passes, though that
may be too optimistic.

A lot of stories on Nifty bash religion. I don't want to join the bandwagon
here... too much... I figure that in Karl's case, part of the problem is
his parents; part is his own interpretation of the religious beliefs he's
been raised with; and a big part of it is the hormone stew and all the
other weirdness that makes adolescents borderline-crazy a lot of the time,
simply by virtue of being the age they are (and having to spend most of
their time with other adolescents). Putting on my author thinking cap... at
a guess I'd say that of the characters in this story, both Paul and Jimmy
(in addition to Karl, of course) come from at least borderline-religious
households, but with a considerably more tolerant view of adolescent
sexuality of all kinds.


Other stories I've had posted on Nifty include:

- After School (Gay: Masturbation) and After School with Friends
(cross-referenced with Gay: Young Friends)

- Church Overnighter (Gay: Young Friends)

- Good Friends (Gay: High School)

- Little Brother (Gay: Incest)

- Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)

- Old Pornographer (Gay: Masturbation)