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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.