Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 11:29:47 -0500 From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com> Subject: The Queer Road: Voyeur IV Getting Caught DISCLAIMER: This is a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys and young men confused by their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, mostly homosexual. If you are not permitted to read such material, stop now. The author retains copyright. Voyeur IV: Getting Caught Stumbling upon the sounds of my cousin Bobby getting sucked off by a neighbor boy in the barn, and then devising a way to actually watch them as they swapped blows the next weekend had seriously inflamed my desire to watch. What had started with simple curiosity by a naive eighth grader sneaking up on Karl and Bennie behind the gym achieved velocity when farm boy Jerry dropped his bib overalls to take a dick up his rump at the carnival. I needed more. My jack off fantasies were getting thin. I watched my cousin like a hawk, but a year passed before I got another chance to see an unguarded moment of sex. My junior year, our high school Pep Club decided to enter a float in the local Homecoming Parade, and it required the work of volunteers from all the classes. The float would feature the Homecoming queen and royalty and would be made out of a flat bed trailer, chicken wire, and toilet paper. My father's feed store had a warehouse with a high entry door and that was where we built the float. I wasn't in the Pep Club because I was on the football team, same as Bobby, but Dad had volunteered our building and I had the keys to lock up, so I was the host. A dozen kids from all four classes were stuffing tufts of toilet paper into the chicken wire and then spray painting it. Bobby was there, which was unusual because he never volunteered to do anything for anyone, and he was there without any of his senior football buddies. Just Bobby, mixing with the Pep Club crowd, cheerleaders, 4H kids, and me. Only it wasn't just Bobby. I watched the crowd ebb and flow, and then saw the connection; Bobby's new playmate. It was angelic, blond, blue eyed Danny Gleason, freshman brother of Debbie Gleason, the Homecoming Queen. Bobby went out to our truck to bring in another case of toilet paper, Danny went too. Danny climbed up on the trailer to help steady the big wooden chair that we were going to cover with chicken wire and toilet paper, Bobby gave him a boost. Danny sat down on the tongue of the trailer still attached to the tractor to have a Coke, and Bobby was right there, laughing and jolly. He showed no sign of his usual oafish self, nor did he show any of the usual disdain he had for underclassmen. Something was definitely up. I distanced myself, watching, but keeping busy, facing away, catching their reflection in the inside window to my father's office. When they moved to tuft the back side of the trailer I grabbed a roll of wire and began to reinforce the chicken wire skirt, crawling under the trailer to do it. I heard a childish giggle. "That tickles!" It was innocent little Danny, recoiling from Bobby's grasp over there behind the trailer where nobody could see. Stretching the tight jeans he wore, Danny twisted and rolled over, showing a round girly looking butt. "Put some over there," came the low instructions from Bobby after they got back to work. Danny stretched to comply and that put him across Bobby's lap, where I could see Bobby grab his ass with his whole hand and pinch, unleashing another whispered outburst. I was embarrassed for them, as I was sure everyone could hear. They settled down, and I crawled closer until I was only a few feet away under the trailer. "Someone will see," Danny gasped. Bobby hand was massaging his crotch. I'd seen enough. I pushed back across the trailer as Danny's whispered exclamations rang out. I rolled out and quickly scanned the room. Amazingly, with a portable radio playing the local rock and roll station, nobody seemed to notice. Bobby had wrecked his pickup truck some months before, with such an egregious act of rank stupidity as to have his driver's license suspended for a year. So, he was on foot. I was tasked with driving him out to the farm after the work session that night. No off in the pickup for them. I figured they'd slip out the front, walk around to the side of the building away from the mercury vapor light over the freight entrance where the trailer was parked. I walked back to my father's office and let myself in without turning on the light. Sitting in his chair and looking through the blinds I could see the whole store and warehouse, including a nice look at Bobby reaching between Danny's legs to massage his dick while Danny stood looking over the trailer placing the top row of toilet paper rosettes. Nobody noticed. Danny looked at his watch and said something to Bobby. They quickly finished up and walked around to the front. Bobby started taking trash out to the dumpster, while Danny sidled toward the front door. In a couple minutes both were gone. I waited. In two minutes I quietly opened the back door from Dad's office and peeked out. Nothing. I slipped out and closed the door. "No," came a whispered voice from around the corner, right where I knew they'd go. "You'll like it," came Bobby's reply amid some rustling of the bushes there. I slipped to the corner and peeked around. They were screened from the front parking lot by a lone juniper, and another juniper at the back screened my perverted peeping gaze. I kneeled to keep my eyes behind the biggest part of the bush. Danny was already on his knees, facing Bobby's erect cock right in front of his face. "You said..." "Shh. I'll do you first." Bobby let Danny up and dropped to his knees, pulling at Danny's belt. The pants dropped and Danny's adolescent dick, at full erection popped out. In a flash it was gone into Bobby's mouth, and I could hear Danny's gasp from a dozen feet away. He'd never felt anything like that. A slow sucking ensued, silent, rhythmic. "You like that?" "Yeah." "Do me." Bobby stood, stiff dick pointed at little Danny. When Danny didn't drop right to his knees, Bobby put a hand on his shoulder. Danny's knees bent, a little at first, as he looked at the throbbing cock, then he sighed and dropped to the ground. The foreplay had been going on for two hours, for days probably. He'd known it was coming to this. He wanted to do it. But the actual doing, well it was a big step. He was on his knees, looking down the barrel of "old one eye." It was the culmination of all my voyeuristic expeditions to date. Danny Gleason, torn between want and guilt, standing, kneeling actually, at the beginning of the queer road. It was exquisite. The angelic head bent to the erect penis, and a tentative tongue lapped the cock head, then the lips opened. I was holding my breath. I'm sure Bobby was holding his breath, waiting. Danny would probably suck other cocks in his hopefully long and fulfilling life, eat pussy, fuck, get fucked, father children, but there would never be another first dick sucked for Danny, because that was now. The dick disappeared into Danny Gleason's mouth as he bent toward Bobby, then he leaned back and the dick re-emerged, with Danny's cheeks hollowed by the suction he was applying. Bobby sighed and relaxed, head down watching Danny. I watched Danny, wondering what he was feeling on this, his big day. He gagged and spit, but he put it right back into his mouth. It was pretty dark back there, but a street light on the next street gave just enough to see tears on his cheeks. Tears of joy, or just tears from gagging on a cock? Would he get used to that and take it down with ease? Would he become Bobby's cock slave, or, now that he knew the ropes would be become the aggressor in the 9th grade, turning others onto the queer road? "Now you," Danny said, abruptly standing and offering his own penis to be sucked. Whoa! What an abrupt move, suddenly Danny went from angelic passive cocksucker to top. Bobby complied, dropping back to his knees and bending over to take the shorter boy's penis into his mouth. His big hands pulled Danny's pants all the way down and while he sucked he was rubbing Danny's naked butt. Danny put his hand on Bobby's head, only to have Bobby immediately push it off, while still sucking. Ah, already the star crossed lovers were having a spat over who would be on top. Just at that moment they were bathed in light as a car with its brights on turned into the driveway. A moment of primordial sex frozen on my retina by that flash of light, which was gone just as fast. "My mother!" Danny exclaimed amid frantic rustling. I stepped back around the corner and hesitated a moment fumbling for the keys to the office. Danny careened around the corner, pulling up his pants in a frantic effort to get back to the float before his mother did. He ran right into me. Our eyes locked as his momentum carried me against the building and he bounced off and kept going without looking back. I found my keys and opened the office, slipping in silently without turning on the light. Danny made it in plenty of time, as his mother parked the car and walked around to the freight entrance where all the light was. She encountered some of Debbie's friends just as she saw the float. "Oh Cheryl, it's beautiful You girls will look so good up there tomorrow night!" "Oh hi Mrs. Gleason. Why didn't Debbie come out?" "She had choir practice at church. Danny came to represent the Gleason clan. Where is he?" "Right here, mom," little Danny said, stepping out from behind the float, calm as could be. Bobby slipped in the front door and slinked into the bathroom, probably to jerk off. I exited the office and began inspecting the chicken wire at the back of the trailer.