Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 22:33:59 -0500
From: SoQueer <soqueer@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Year in the Life - Chapter One

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A Year in the Life
Chapter One

     Believe it or not, up until the last quarter of my Sophomore year of
high school, I thought of myself as an average guy.  I had a great
girlfriend, Beth, who I'd been with since the eighth grade.  It seemed like
no one said her name without saying mine, and I suppose it was inevitable.
She was always so cool, and I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. Oh!
We weren't doing 'it' or anything.  I just like to touch her, that's all.
She was soft, and she always smelt so good.  Even our parents told us how
good we looked together and stuff.   We had become "BethAndMark" to
everyone we knew, and at the time, she seemed like the answer to all my
dreams.  I couldn't wait until the day when we could get married and have a
family of our own.  I had made up my mind that she was the one I wanted to
spend the rest of my life with.

     It all changed that spring, though.  That's when I noticed the guy I
only knew as "The Perv" lurking around. I had gym class with him, and it
seemed like every time I hit the showers that he was there, too.  I had
caught him looking at me more than once.  These weren't idle glances,
either.  Each time it was a  bona fide stare. The first time I noticed him
looking at me in the showers my instinct  was to go over and knock the shit
out of him, but there were a lot of other people around, so I too
embarrassed.  I was standing there butt-ass naked, and this guy was looking
at me like I was the prize bull at the county fair.  I had tried not to pay
any attention to him, but each time I'd look over at him I'd see him
looking back.  It was like he knew when I was going to look.  I tried
turning around and facing the other way, but I could feel him staring at my
butt, so I'd turn around again only to see him looking right at me.  This
went on for several weeks, and every time I went into the showers he be
there waiting to look at my gonads.  So, I stopped taking showers at
school.

     And then one day, Beth and I were standing in line down at the
concession stand.  The student cashiers couldn't find the key before break
started, so they were late opening the doors.  By the time they found the
key, a crowd had formed waiting to get in.  We were packed pretty tight,
and the ones in the back thought it was funny to push up against the ones
in the front.

     That's when I felt the hand.  It was just a graze across my ass at
first.  Each time the crowd pressed in on us, though, the hand got bolder.
Before long, the hand  was spread out palm-down across my left cheek.  The
next time the crowd pressed in, the hand moved over to my right cheek and
gave it a squeeze.  I looked around to see what was going on, trying my
best not to let on that I knew I was being groped.  There he was, The Perv,
standing behind me and a little to my left.  I quickly looked back to the
front.  My heart was racing, and my stomach was turning back-flips.


     Beth must have sensed something because she turned to me and asked if
I was all right.  I told her I was fine, and I felt my face flush at the
lie.  The crowd pushed in again, and this time he started rubbing my crack.
My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out.  The Perv's
hand kept massaging me, his deft fingers tracing every crevice and
squeezing each muscle.  To my horror, my dick started springing to life.  I
felt the heat rising in my groan, and I tried to think of anything but the
hand touching my ass.  My body betrayed me, though, and my cock grew so
hard I thought it was going to rip my pants open.

     The crowd pressed in again, and I felt something different.  I looked
around, and saw him grinning at me from over my shoulder.  He was standing
right behind me, and I could feel his throbbing erection pressing up
against me.  He had positioned himself so that his cock was rubbing me
between my cheeks.  I felt my face flush deeply.  The crowd's pressure on
us  was almost constant.  The Perv's hips were slowly moving up and down
against me, and I could feel the length of his hard-on sliding up and down
in the cleft of my crack.  The pressure of his rhythm was in turn pressing
my painful erection against someone else.  I could hear his breath
quivering in my ear, and I knew he was close.  I tried to slip away, but we
were only pressed closer together.  I heard a couple of little gasps from
behind, and I knew he was shooting his load.  Just then the press gave a
hard push, and I felt my own load boil up and overflow into my underwear.

     Several minutes went by before I realized that the doors had opened,
and everyone else had gone in.  Beth was standing there looking at me.  She
had a funny look on her face, and the thought that she knew what had just
happened flickered through my mind.

     "Sorry," I said.  "I got lost in the Bermuda Triangle for a minute
there."  Beth didn't say anything.  I took her by the hand, and we walked
into the concession stand.

     And there he was on the last day of school The Perv staring at me
again.  I felt the blood rush to my face, and I looked away as quickly as I
could.  For some reason I still can't explain I was all at once aware of
the fit of my cotton briefs.  I tried not to remember what had happened,
but I could feel his eyes on me.  My skin tingled where he'd put his hands
on me.  My cheeks flexed involuntarily, and I felt the familiar heat rising
in my crotch.

     Beth's hand accidently brushed against the growing lump in my pants.
She looked up at me all  wide-eyed and gave me a little grin, as if to say,
"Mark!  Not here!"  I bent down and kissed her, hoping if anyone around us
saw they'd think I was getting hot over her standing so near.  It must have
worked, because Beth moved over in front of me and put one of her hands
behind her back.  Her fingers deftly played with my tool, and it wasn't
long before I started getting weak in the knees.  I looked over at The
Perv, and he winked at me.  He knew what was going on, I swear he did.
There was an obvious bulge running across his thigh, and he bit his lip.
The sight of him standing there with a hard-on in his pants and Beth's
fingers playing with my cock was too much.  For the second time in two days
I shot my load in my underwear.  Beth felt the spasms followed by the warm
dampness spreading into her hand.  She looked at me and smiled.  "There's
nothing I wouldn't do for you, Lover Boy," she whispered in my ear.  I
kissed her again, and we headed off to our next class.


     As we were walking past, I saw The Perv give me another little wink.
Without even thinking I gave him a nod.  I didn't know it then, but it was
the last time I'd see him.