Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2010 13:16:21 -0600
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road:  Voyeur

The Queer Road

"Voyeur"

Disclaimer: This is a series of fictional short stories about boys and
young men in conflict over their sexuality.  There is homosexual activity
described.  If it isn't allowed for you to read such material, stop now.

	Our small town had a Christmas high school basketball tournament
every year, and the year I was in the 8th grade several of us became
basketball fans.  There were two girls games in the afternoon and two boys
games in the evening.  Girls basketball was half court in those days; the
girls playing one end had to stop at the center line and pass to team mates
on the other end.  Still, they ran a lot and their tits flopped and jiggled
and kept a handful of 8th grade boys entranced.
	On the night in question I bought a hotdog for dinner and stayed to
watch the boys games.  I lost interest and started annoying my cousin
Bobby, who was a year older and was sitting with boys his age. He ignored
me, then ordered me to leave him alone, then took a swat at me when I
persisted.  I dodged and hit him back.  In a rage he chased me up the
bleachers.  Bobby was a big boy and mad, but I was faster and I had a plan.
I ran to the top, then along the length of the bleachers to the end, jumped
down and ran into the Men's Room.  We took our PE in that gym and I knew it
well.  The Men's Room had two doors; one from the gym and one from the
lobby.  Inside were two stalls and two urinals.  I ran into the first stall
and stepped on the toilet seat and then up to the toilet paper holder and
leaned back behind the door which remained open.  Seconds behind me Bobby
raged into the bathroom, looked into both stalls without opening the doors
all the way and rushed out the lobby door.  I waited silently for him to
come back through after not finding me in the lobby.  Instead someone else
came in.  I could only see their feet.
	I recognized the engineer boots immediately; Karl Weiss, the bully
of the high school, the quintessential bad boy.  The other person was
wearing Converse All Stars, the hip basketball shoe of the day.  These were
dirty and worn.  They checked both stalls, again without opening the doors
all the way, and went to the urinals.  I was stuck.  I remained quiet.
	"You wanna suck my dick?"  It was Karl.
	"Shh!  Don't say that in here!"  That was Benny, an overweight
oafish kid who hung around the flamboyant, sociopath Karl.  They made a
great team, Karl had all the bad ideas and Benny was, by his sheer bulk
intimidating.
	"Well?"
	"Aren't we gonna go home by the barn?"
	"No.  Buddy's brother has the truck tonight and we're going down to
the state line to get some beer.  They're leaving after the first game."
	"Can't I go?"
	"No room."
	"I could ride in the back," Benny whined.
	"You'd freeze.  I'll save you some beer.  Let's go now, we can go
back by the coach's office." They left, Benny protesting, but following
behind Karl.
	I knew that place well.  The grade school was behind the gym and as
a little kid I'd played in the partially enclosed space under those stairs
many times.  I decided to have a look at what Karl and Benny were planning.
	I jumped down and went out the lobby door and out the front behind
them.  They turned to the right and the parking lot, I went the other way
down the street.  After the first house I cut through a yard and into the
school yard and turned back toward the gym.  I was a good Boy Scout.  I'd
learned if you want to approach someone unseen, keep a tree between you.
The street light at the corner of the building lit up the parking lot but a
big oak tree in the school yard cast a long shadow that I walked up
undetected.  The show had already started.
	Karl stood on his tiptoes with his back to the building and his
face just at the level of the landing, watching out into the parking lot
filled with cars.  Bennie was kneeling in front of him.  I'd heard about
boys sucking other boys dicks, and the stories I'd heard were about a
bigger boy making a smaller boy do him.  That was the main reason boys my
age and size stayed well away from the tough guys like Karl Weiss and
Benny.  I shivered from the cold, and the realization that if I got caught
I would find myself in this game.
	"Mumble" Karl said something I couldn't hear, then sank down below
the level of the landing and unzipped his pants.  Even in the shadow I
could see the white penis outlined against Karl's dark jeans.  There was no
detail, just a white tube sticking out.  Soon that white tube disappeared
as Benny's face descended and all I could see was the back of his head
against Karl's waist.
	I shivered again, terrified now.  I was seeing something
explosively dangerous.  I almost ran right then, but I was afraid Karl,
even with his engineer boots, could catch me.  I peeked around the tree
again.
	"Slurp" Yeah, he was doing it.
	"SHH!"  Karl stretched up on his toes again to look into the
parking lot.  When he did I could see Benny better, on his knees, head
bobbing on Karl's middle, his arms clasped around Karl's buttocks.  Karl
sank back into the shadows.
	There was no coercion here.  Bennie was doing this because he
wanted Karl's dick in his mouth, simple as that.  Weird, I thought.
	"Stop."  Karl stood up again, pulling his penis out of Benny and
pumping it with his hand as he checked the parking lot.  His hand was a
blur pumping as he sank down again, hand on Benny's head as if to keep him
from jumping up and running away.  I didn't think that was going to be a
problem.  "OK, now," Karl whispered and Benny's face descended again.  Now
Karl's hands hugged Benny's head as his hips pumped into him, and Benny's
left arm hugged Karl's hips as his head bobbed while his right hand pumped
his own penis, which I could not see. I could hear them both panting, and
then Karl grunted once and stopped moving, Benny bobbed slower but his
breathing was louder, ragged.  His hand was faster.  Karl stood still,
watching as Benny frantically pumped his hand, Karl's penis still in his
mouth.  He turned his torso to the side, apparently to avoid ejaculating on
Karl and I could see his hand pumping a long white tube thing, but no
detail.  Then he slowed, and sat back on his heels and released Karl.
	The buzzer went off, signaling the end of the basketball game.  The
two boys quickly zipped up and returned to the parking lot.  I ran backward
out of the school yard, keeping that tree between us.
	Back home, safely in bed, straining erect dick in my hand, I
contemplated what I'd seen.  Boys sucked boys because they wanted to, wow.
We'd all heard of queers, but that was something that happened in cities,
not right here in town.  Slowly I pumped it, wanting it to last, reliving
what I'd seen.  First I was Karl, looking down on Benny's lips taking my
organ, then, to my surprise, I was Benny taking Karl's dick into my mouth.
Then Karl, then Benny, then my whole body when rigid in a spasm of climax.
	The next morning I rode my bike over to the gym and causally walked
around by the coach's office.  There on the sidewalk where he'd been
kneeling was Benny's ejaculate; several globs of drying white semen.  There
was no sign of Karl's.