Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 00:52:28 -0300
From: College Kid <gaycollegekid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Where Fantasy Meets Reality - Part 1

Disclaimer and stuff: Don't read this story if it is illegal for you to do
so wherever you live. If gay sex, offends you, this story is not for you.
The characters in this story do not practice safe sex, you should. This
story contains explicit sex between minors, in the real world minors don't
have sex. I think that covers it all!

Please don't distribute this story or post it elsewhere without my
permission. I'll likely grant it but I need to know where this thing is
going ! :)

Pre-amble: The first installment of this story is mostly background stuff.
There is some sex, but I don't go into much detail. Much of this story is
based on reality, though names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Fact and fiction however, blur often in this story. Many of the experiences
I describe happened exactly as I wrote them. Others are simply what could
have been, or alternate endings to events in my life that my dark depraved
self wishes had gone differently. Most of the really wild stuff is pure
fantasy, with only a trace of truth but what's hotter than a fantasy right?

This story details events through my life from the time I was 13 right up
until the present. Everything but the sex stuff and events relating to the
sex stuff is true. The first few installations will deal mostly with high
school, the last few with college. If you want to know where reality and
fantasy meet you can ask me :)

I've written other short stories before, and other series but this is my
first attempt at a sex series, I hope you all enjoy. Please do e-mail me at
gaycollegekid@hotmail.com to tell me what you think. Tell me what you'd like
to see, and I might incorporate it. Just give me some feedback !  Further
chapters of the story probably won't be forthcoming if there is no response
to my story because as an author it is the readers reaction that drives you.

About me: I'm a 21 year old university student, attending school in Canada.
I love sex and am very kinky (as if you won't know that by the end of this
story). I'm 6 feet tall, with what others describe as brown or auburn hair.
Really it's a mixture of all kinds of colours from blond to brown to red but
blonde works. I have dark brown eyes, a toned body and  Im always looking to
meet new people to chat with and explore new things so don't hesitate when
you e-mail me.

Happy wanking!

My sexual life began when I was 12 or 13. It's all a bit fuzzy now, but I
remember that I'd just started jacking off not long before and I'd been able
to cum for a while. It started with a neighborhood boy who I'd been best
friends with since we were 2 or 3 (even fuzzier). He lived a few houses down
and our parents never had any problems with us sleeping over at each other's
houses. Our play had actually started when we were 8 or 9 and then stopped
for a while, but our actual sex play began just as puberty set in.

As I said, I'd been jerking off for a while by this point and like most boys
discovering their sexuality everything and anything related to sex got me
going. To that end, I'd been watching late night porno movies on payperview
when my parents were out on one of those illegal descrambler boxes that used
to be available. I loved to watch the porn stars big dicks slide in and out
of mouths and pussies and see their asses as they pounded some chick to a
faked orgasm. When the male porn actors were younger, in their 20s or so, it
was a special reward for me. I wasn't too interested in guys much older than
myself then and I still am not now. That said, the 11pm and onwards
descrambled pornos were all I had, since the internet was still in its
fledgling state and I wouldn't have known what to do with it anyways.

Often, when my parents had gone out with friends or to some other social
function, I'd wait patiently until 11pm then run into my parent's bedroom
and turn on the porn channels and frig my little dick until I exploded. When
the opportunity to do so in front of my best friend presented itself I
jumped at the opportunity. Of course, you all remember what it was like at
that age, anyone who had seen porn of any sort was revered, anyone who could
show it to their friends was a God. It was a Saturday night, a night which
my parents always saw friends on and I was having a sleepover with that good
friend, his name was Matthew, though I called him Matty at the time.
Anyways, around 11 o'clock Matty and I were in my parents bedroom when I
flipped on the porn channel. Matty was enthralled immediately, it was his
first time seeing a porno. I did not know that he, unlike me, could not yet
shoot a load. I was around for his first wet orgasm ever though, and I will
never forget that moment.

After watching for a bit and getting sufficiently aroused, I asked Matty if
he'd like to film our own porno. When I think back on it, that was a pretty
daring and risky move on my part, not the sort of thing I'd try now but it
worked and moments later we were in my parents bedroom doing strip teases
for the camera and playing with ourselves for each other's entertainment. I
should probably describe Matty at this point. He was almost elfin in his
appearance. Lithe body, longish blond hair, sleek seductive hips and a pert
little ass, for a first time I got the real pick of the litter.

In the following years, until we were both 14 or  so he and I got together a
number of times for our sexual escapades. We filmed it most of the times we
were at my house, and I stole one of my dad's mini-vhs tapes from the
camcorder to keep as our personal porno storage. Later events unfortunately
led to the necessary destruction of all that evidence, man what I'd give to
have those tapes today though... man what I'd give.

Despite the number of times Matty and I fooled around, we never really got
too far in our sex play. There were a lot of blowjobs, plenty of handjobs,
and rubbing and licking of all sorts but we never got around to real anal
sex. As far as we knew anal sex was a myth, all you could really do was rub
your cock up and down the other boy's crack, so that's what we did. My dick
at the time was roughly 4 inches, his was just really really small, I
remember thinking that even at the time. We assumed my cock was just too big
to fit up his asshole and we knew his was too small to do any kind of real
penetrating. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack a lot ( a crack that was
too often left unclean ) and he poked around between my cheeks with his
micro-dick enough times, but we never had any real anal sex.

Near the end of our sexual encounters, I had already started developing my
"sexual personality." Basically, I was starting to come into my own and
figure out my likes and dislikes in sex, probably long before any of my
peers. I knew that I had an obsession with other boy's asses, but I wasn't
quite sure what I liked about them. I knew that I found the smell of Matty's
really exciting, but I didn't really get much beyond that. I had also
already developed a burgeoning interest in piss play, something I think I
developed at summer camp thanks to another boy named Cody who really enjoyed
peeing on other boys. Matty indulged me to an extent, dribbling some piss on
my chest once and rubbing it in but it never went further than that.

I guess one last notable experience with Matty that I should mention, one
that I still think of often was the time we were in my room on my bed. I was
lying with my back on a pillow while he kneeled between my legs and sucked
me off. Nothing special about that, except that during the blowjob Matty
started to cum uncontrollably all over my legs. He hadn't touched himself,
he hadn't been touching himself, he was just so turned on by the taste of my
cock that he just began to ejaculate a constant stream of semen. He didn't
stop cumming until he stopped blowing me incredibly, and my bed was soaked
with his cum, an experience, which regretfully, I doubt I will ever see
repeated. I guess I was just really fucking hot, even back then.

Fucking around with Matty ended when he moved downtown and I moved to a
suburb. It was a long drive to see each other, and our time together slowly
started to diminish. By the time I was 15 we'd stopped seeing each other
entirely. It wasn't just the distance, he'd gotten into pot, something which
scared me at the time (I'd practically been indoctrinated from birth) and I
didn't like a lot of his friends, since he now lived in a particularly rich
area of the city, and you better believe his friends acted like they knew
it.

With that era of my life over, I went back to jerking off alone in my bed,
until sometime during my first year of high school I got my own computer and
discovered the wonderful world of free online porn.

High school, for me, was a great experience. I know a lot of people hate
high school for one reason or another, but for me it was great from
beginning to finish. Even though I entered the big school knowing only 3
people, none of whom were particularly good friends by the end of the first
day I'd already found a female locker buddy a year older than myself, and
befriended some of the most popular kids my age who'd come from the bigger
feeder schools. I guess the fact that I had come from a private school and
most of them had come from public schools meant that we were slightly exotic
and new to each other and that was all we needed.

I was quickly established in the school. I had my own crowd of friends who I
saw outside of school, but within the school I was also a 'floater.' I
wasn't really concerned with what people thought about me, nor did I share
in many of the juvenile prejudices that usually permeate the high school. I
was pretty much well liked by most of my co-evils and most of the teachers I
had also liked me which worked out well when I needed something. Grade 9 and
10 there were still some kids who didn't like me. They either viewed me as a
brown noser because I never got in trouble in class, or as a nerd because I
got good grades. The fact that I was friends with many of these people's
friends meant that I was spared any of the harassment others received, but
there was always the offhand comment, or the discouraging remark. It didn't
bother me too much, and by grade 12 when I graduated my best friend and I
pretty much ran the school. We were feared, or respected by everyone,
teachers and students alike. How we earned those positions is a bit of a
long and boring story, maybe I'll get back to it in another chapter  but
suffice it to say in my day to day life I was totally in control, which was
in total contrast to the dark fantasies I had at night.

One of my regular fantasies involved - coincidentally - a boy named Matt.
When I first saw him he was damn good looking, easily my match in the looks
department, although considerably shorter than my 6 feet. He had a tanned
complexion, a toned but pretty skinny body, chestnut brown hair that he wore
in a fairly basic style and a cute boyish face. There were a lot of cute
boys in my high school though, so very many to choose from, what made Matt a
resident figure of my fantasies was a conversation I had with his best
friend Jordan, one of my first friends at the school, in math class. I don't
remember all of the specifics, but he'd been talking with me and a girl
sitting at a desk behind us about how he, and that girl, had been measuring
his penis over the phone. He seemed very proud of the fact that at 14 or 15
he had a 6 and a half inch penis.

The conversation somehow turned to the topic of matt, and how he had a HUGE
cock.
I already knew Jordan's dick was 6 and a half inches which meant Matt must
have been much bigger, 8 inches at least I figured, maybe more?!? I
distinctly remember Jordan looking at me and saying, "it's probably bigger
than yours!" I guess my tremendous height  - at the time, sigh - led him to
believe I must have had a similarly large penis. I let him hang onto that
thought secretly knowing that my cock was only about 5 inches. My cock never
got any bigger and I didn't get any taller and by graduation many of the
boys had surpassed me in the height department, and even more in the cock
department I suspect, oh well.

Back to Matt, the revelation that he had a huge cock was a major turn on for
me. I loved imagining what his big piece would look like attached to his
smaller frame. Soft, hard, it didn't matter, Matt's big cock was a constant
fantasy of mine. His fine body and huge cock were not all that attracted me
to Matt though. As I became more interested in him, I started noticing more.
Matt was an all around athlete, good at every sport and a member of a number
of the school's teams. He had that cocky self-assured attitude that makes me
so horny and he was a pretty intelligent guy too. He never got my grades,
but he was smarter than the average guy in his circle.

I'm pretty sure my rim fantasies started with matt. I caught a couple
glimpses of his bare butt when we were changing for our gym class ( I never
got naked but he did often enough) His butt was perfect, two nicely rounded
globes, not as bubbled as I would have liked but with his trim frame the
slightly more muscular look really suited him. He had a small spattering of
hair poking out the crevice of his crack but otherwise was entirely smooth.
I would lie in bed at night imagining myself between his smooth as cheeks
licking away as he moaned in pleasure and spewed dirty talk all the while.
Little did I know I'd eventually get to live out this fantasy, only not how
I expected, nor where I would have liked or when.

Being that I was a closet case, I never made a move on Matt in that first
year, besides, I was too busy making new friends, having new experiences and
doing the myriad of other things you do in your first year of high school. I
did however do the online thing. I hooked up with a couple guys on the
internet. None of the experiences was particularly good. One guy sent me a
fake picture and when he picked me up I was so shocked I almost left the car
and went back into my house. However, because of the lie I'd told to explain
where I was going that night to my parents and how hard it would be to make
up a new one I decided to go to the movie with him anyways. It ended up with
us trading suck jobs in his car behind some warehouse after the movie. He
sucked me to orgasm and once I'd come I told him I had to be home leaving
him unfulfilled. I'd later learn just how frustrating that sort of thing
could be for a person.

Another guy I met was two year older than me. He showed up at my house one
evening when my parents and sister were out. He definitely wasn't bad
looking, and he had the appeal of being a slightly older, more experienced
playmate but he was one of those high strung, drama queen, out of the closet
downtown, trend loving, confused as hell gay teens. He rang my doorbell and
when I greeted him he asked if we could stay outside for a bit. He smoked a
cigarette, sighed a lot and told me about his troubled life in the intervals
between the awkward silence. We went to my bedroom eventually and he asked
to see some of my porn collection. I showed him some of my favorites as he
casually groped himself, and later me. I wanted so badly to suck him and for
him to fuck me but alas it wasn't to be. My housekeeper, sister, and parents
all came home shortly after we'd started getting randy (mostly because he
showed up really late) and we traded a quick (and more importantly, quiet)
handjob and he left. We never met up again, he probably gives blowjobs for
crack now, or died of an overdose or something.

The internet experiences were what would eventually lead to my more exciting
sexual encounters. It wasn't because I met great sexual dynamos on the net,
only that one day I would end up talking to someone who knew me very well
online and it would begin a series of events that would set me on the path
to being a teenage sex slave.

It was halfway through the first semester of my second year of high school.
I was still on the path towards becoming a well known figure of my year, not
nearly the dominant force I was to become, nor aware of the submissive slut
I'd be turned into before the year was up. As I sometimes did on boring
weeknights I logged into one of the gay teen chatrooms to see if I could
either A) get my rocks off dirty talking to some random guy or B) meet
someone I might hook up with. I chatted with a few guys but either they
bored me or they disappeared on me when the going got hot, usual bullshit.

Finally, I found one guy with a name like "suckme17" or "blowme17" I don't
remember. He and I chatted for a bit about normal stuff, hobbies, school,
parents etc. The guy had been slow to respond to me so I figured he was
involved in other conversations but at least he had a quick wit and a pulse.
Abruptly he changed the subject to sex. He asked me if I was a top or a
bottom, I replied bottom. He asked what I was into, I gave some lame
response. We got a little racy and I got really hot. Soon though, suckme17
wanted more, he wanted to chat about the kinkier side of sex. Tying me up,
spanking me, that sort of thing. I wasn't sure about it but I was so hot, I
figured I'd give him what he wanted and hope I'd get something out of the
exchange.

I was getting something out of it, the chat made me horny as hell. I kept
edging on, prolonging my orgasm so it would be better when the boy proposed
that I say some things in the main chat channel we'd met in. I was so horny
at that point I would have done just about anything. I said some pretty
messed up stuff in the chat as I recall, "suckme17 owns me." "I live to suck
off suckme17" After a few minutes of this I received a private message from
another chat room user whose name was an unintelligible mix of letters and
numbers. He asked me if I was into being a little slaveboy. In my heightened
state of arousal I responded, "yes" hoping to get him going and maybe get
something from him too. The chat with suckme17 died suddenly, apparently
he'd climaxed and was done with me so I picked up with the new guy, who
described himself as being my age  - 15.

He asked lots of questions, most of them seemed a bit strange to me, but
they turned me on as well.

"Do you like to lick bums?" he asked.

After deciding whether or not it would be cool to admit to this guy I did, I
replied, "yea, a lot." I went on to tell him that I really loved licking an
ass and that I fantasized about doing it to  a school friend Matt all the
time. I figured if he'd asked, he was probably into it too and wouldn't
think I was weird.

I was wrong, his response back was, "That's gross, do you like to take it up
the ass too?" Thinking this one was a sure fire, I responded that I did. The
questions kept up, and got increasingly strange as they went on. "Would you
drink my piss?" "Could I smack you on the back of the head after I came up
your ass?" "Would you take me and my buddies one after the other?" I was
kind of getting off on him thinking I was a dirty boy and knowing it was
probably getting him hot anyways, so I replied yes to a series of questions
I knew I would never actually go through with in reality.

After a barrage of questions, the mystery boy asked me where I lived. I told
him I was from Toronto, he seemed amazed, telling me he was also from
Toronto. We found out that we were also from the same suburb. He asked me
for a picture, and promised one in return. I sent him mine and after a pause
once he'd received it the boy disappeared. I felt dejected, assuming he just
hadn't liked my pic. Little did I know, the truth of the situation would
affect the rest of my life.

The next day in school I was headed to my locker to grab some textbooks for
the next class, when I was confronted from behind, "Hey Cody!" I turned to
face the voice, my locker to my back and in front of me stood two guys from
my grade: Josh and Tim. We were in a slightly secluded area between rows of
lockers and no one was really around at the time thankfully because the next
words to come out of Josh's mouth was, "Hey Cody, wanna give me a rim job?"
"Me too!" bellowed Tim.

I gave both boys a long drawn out sarcastic "Nooooo thanks!" Turning around
I started entering the combination for my locker. The boys retreated and I
went about my business.

After the next period at lunch I was talking with a crowd of friends when
Josh and Tim approached me again. They signaled to me and called me aside,
apparently they wanted to talk. I gave them a suspicious glare before
walking over to the spot where they were standing. "What do you want?" I
demanded.

Instead of answering my question Josh shot back another question, "Do you
want to lick our asses?" he said with a smirk. I huffed, turned around on my
heel and marched back to the group I'd been talking to earlier. As I stood
talking I began to wonder if this might have something to do with my chat
the previous night. I wondered whether Josh and Tim might be gay, but then
realized I'd only talked to one person the night before. Josh and Tim
weren't the best looking guys but they were definitely fuckable if not the
subject of my jerk off fantasies.

Both Josh and Tim were fairly well known in our year. They weren't the most
popular but they were up there on the social ladder. Both were sort of known
for being shit disturbers in class and though I'd had few classes with them
I knew them well enough for that reason. They knew me because I always had
something to contribute in class discussions, and likely because at the time
I was good friends with one of the most sought after girls in the grade.

Things were pretty quiet until Tuesday of the next week. I was walking into
one of the school's bathrooms to take a piss when I heard my name from
behind me. Sure enough Josh and Tim were following me into the bathroom. I
wasn't particularly phased, it was a safe school and I didn't think they'd
try anything. I went into one of the stalls to take my piss but I heard
muffled talking coming from outside the stall followed by a clicking noise.
When I finished my piss I stepped out of the stall and proceeded to the sink
to wash my hands. Josh and Tim approached me from around a corner, a stack
of papers in Josh's right hand.

"Listen Cody," said Josh. "We know what you are." I gave him a puzzled look
and he took a step closer towards me shaking the stack of papers above his
head. When he was in range he thrust the papers into my hands and simply
said, "read." I was shocked to find out that it was indeed a transcript of
my conversation with the numbers and letters guy online from the week
before.

"So," I thought, "Josh and Tim are gay."

Easily picking up on the shock in my face Josh began again, "Now you know
why we've been asking for rim jobs all week."

I smiled at him for a second then replied, "I didn't think you guys were
gay, was it both of you I was talking to that night?" My comment drew a
quick smack in the head from Tim.

"We're not the fags you fag." Josh and Tim chuckled at the 'joke'. "We were
looking to have a laugh getting fags to spill all their gay shit to us. We
never thought we'd meet someone we knew in there but SURPRISE we found you."
Tim threw back some hair that had fallen into his eyes, grinned at me, then
continued. "You were going on about how much you liked to lick ass, and how
good it made guys feel when you did it, so when we found out it was you we
figured we'd find out for ourselves."

It was Josh's turn to speak now and being the more loud and aggressive of
the two he set things in motion. "The door is locked." He stated simply.
"You can try and get out, but you probably wont before one of us grabs you.
Even if you did get out, we'd just tell everyone about our little chat and
let them decide what to do with you." Of course, I knew that the chat logs
could not be directly tied to me but being that I didn't really play sports
very well, except for Hockey (not sure why it was that way), I was friends
with lots of girls but was never actually seen dating one, and the fact that
there was no malice between Josh and Tim and myself nor anything to be
gained by them doing this I figured a number of my classmates would buy it.
More importantly, I was freaking out and I wasn't thinking straight and
acted hastily.

With the game over in record time, I submitted, hoping that by doing so I
would avoid something far worse. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Rim jobs," came the simple reply from Tim. Josh nodded in the affirmative.

"Here!?" I burst out.

"Door's locked," Josh replied.

"But what if a teacher comes by, what if the Janitor comes with the key?" I
pleaded.

"We'll be quick." Josh said. "Just a few licks and we'll let you go."

I looked at Josh and then at Tim, and again sized up my situation. I
seriously considered bolting again at this point but the prospect of being
the class fag and being tortured for it for the rest of high school kept me
in place. Once I'd resigned myself to my fate, I started thinking about
other things. I looked at my two classmates noticing them for the first time
in detail. Josh was about 5'9 or 10, black spiky hair, white skin with a
rosy complexion. He had a large mouth punctuated by large lips and a cute
enough face. In contrast to Tim he had a bulkier body, having put on some
size playing sports and probably lifting some weights. Tim was slightly
taller, maybe 5'11, almost lanky and stood straight as a board. He had light
brown hair that hung long over his ears, sometimes falling into his eyes.
His skin was a very light olive colour, just slightly lighter than what you
might expect of a person born in Spain but his features didn't seem
European, or really from anywhere. A typical North American mutt.

For the first time I started wondering what was underneath the clothes of
these boys, how big were their cocks, what did their balls look like, did
they have nice asses? I was interrupted from my reverie when Josh yanked on
my Abercrombie sweatshirt and pulled me towards one of the stalls. He walked
in first and pulled me in behind him. Wasting no time, as promised, he
started fumbling with his pants and pulled them down revealing a pair of
white boxers with green and blue geometric shapes all over them. Before he
pulled those down, I again tried to reassure myself that I'd made the right
decision.

"You won't tell anyone if I do this right? I mean you aren't going to spread
it around the school?" I asked.

"I promise," Josh said, turning around to face me briefly. Then he hooked
his thumb into the waistband of his boxers, yanked them down, bent over and
in a muffled voice said, "get to it, lick my ass." Josh's ass was probably
his best feature. Big and bubbly, my favorite. His as cheeks had the same
rosy flush as did his face, they were smooth with a nice tuft of hair
poofing out his crack. I didn't have much time to think about it though
before Josh reminded me I should have my tongue in his crack.

I got on my knees behind him and tentatively brought my head towards his
ass. I'd dreamt of doing this many times when I jerked off, but actually
doing it was something else. I stared at his hole, and at his ass and like a
deer caught in the headlights I didn't move. Josh was impatient though and
quickly grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into his butt crack. The
first thing I noticed was the smell. I hadn't noticed anything from afar,
but up close it was very evident just where my face was. I could feel the
hairs in his crevice rubbing up against my cheeks, I could feel my nose
pressed against his hole and all I could see was the cheeks of his ass. By
the time I'd adjusted to being in Josh's ass he was yanking my hair up and
down rubbing my face in it demanding again and again that I start licking
his hole or else. Despite the situation, I was getting really turned on and
without thinking I went in with gusto. I did my best on my very first rim
job, licking up and down his crack making little circles on his hole and
generally trying to make him feel really good.

After about 5 minutes of this treatment Josh pulled my head from his ass and
pushed me backwards causing me to land on my ass. He stood up, did up his
pants and said, "that was good fag. But next time you'll have to do better."
Before I could ponder the meaning of "next time," Tim told me it was his
turn. This time told me to strip off my pants. He said he thought it would
be cool to see how hard I got from putting my tongue in his ass. "How did he
know I was hard?" I wondered. I knew my dick wasn't big enough to be noticed
even if it was hard when I was wearing the baggy jeans that were so in back
then.

Figuring it would make him happy and guessing that I'd be forced eventually
even if I refused I yielded and pulled my pants and boxers off. My hard five
inch dick stood out from my groin proudly, a fact which Josh quickly picked
up on. "Got a woody from sucking my ass eh?" he said. I blushed, and turned
away from him to see Tim slowly working down his own pants. I was happy we
were outside the stall this time, the cramped position I'd had to kneel in
was painful.

Tim backed up so his now naked ass was in my face and slowly rubbed it up
and down my face, taking pleasure in knowing that he was doing something so
dirty to me. I heard Josh moving around behind me but I could only hear him
when he said, "Jerk off fag. You obviously want to." He was right, so I did.
I started stroking my cock furiously as Tim continued to grind his ass
against my face in every conceivable way. When he was through with that game
he gave me the simple "lick" command and I got to work.

Josh was moving around encouraging Tim as I licked the crack of his bony
ass. At one point I heard some clicking but ignored it, already starting to
worry that someone was going to bust in on us. It was a wonder I hadn't
heard anyone trying to come in yet. When Tim was satisfied with my ass
licking he pulled back. Unlike Josh, Tim had sprung a boner it was about 6
inches long and the tip was wet with precum. I was almost proud of myself
for having done such a good job.

My temporary elation was shattered when Josh came around in front of me and
waved a camera in my face. "I have pictures of you jerking off licking Tim's
crack." He said matter-of-factly. "You're ours now, you do what we tell you
or these go around the school." I'd been tricked, this whole thing was a
setup to get a picture of me so I'd really be under their thumbs. I now
understood why they were willing to take the risk of doing this at school,
they'd never have another opportunity since we never saw each other outside
of class. Before I even had time to think about trying to steal the camera,
and before I even had a chance to pull up my pants, Josh and Tim were
walking towards the door. Josh turned around threw me a wicked smile and
said, "We'll be calling you when we want you again. Next time you better not
give us a hard time."

I considered running to the principal then, or contacting the police. I knew
if I got the police I could probably prevent the picture or the logs from
ever being spread. I didn't go call the police however, I pulled up my pants
washed off my face and stared at myself for a few minutes deep in thought. I
wouldn't go tell the police. Why? Because I'd liked it.

To be continued...