Chapter I
You were one of the “Hot Girls” in that private Catholic School, and I was the new “scholarship” (i.e., Poor) kid in class. The established click you were a part of was not very welcoming. Despite their arrogant attitudes, you always treated me with nothing but respect when chatting or working on projects. From that first day to our last, you had my attention. Even at the young age we first met, I knew you would be a man-eater. You had all the attention of all the dumb boys through Jr and High school, including me. You grew more beautiful by the day, and you knew it, too.
Dark-skinned from your days at the beaches in the tiniest bikinis. Dark, wavy, black hair with sun-bleached highlights. I got to know your body well but only from a distance. Seeing you pass me all summer long at the beach, I learned where all your tan lines were under your uniform’s code-breaking, limit-pushing, extra short plaid skirt. I memorized most of your freckles, moles, and that little sun-bleached patch of peach fuzz at the small of your back.
I know you saw that I was looking over the years. I caught you looking my way a lot, too. I would be sitting in the sand on my surfboard, resting between sessions out in the water and catch you. I was growing pretty ripped and tanned from Surfing, skateboarding, and working out. I was definitely poorer, though, definitely blue-collar, definitely different from most preppy rich boys you hung out with. Maybe a bit too different to even let you come over and chat instead of short hi’s and waves in passing.
It had been ages since I last saw you, hell, even thought about you. You grew to be more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. You must have gone off to college because you looked to be doing well. Maybe you had kids and a go-get-’em type of man. Perhaps that is why you had the confidence of a woman now.
I noticed you in the church that first Sunday back home. I did my stint in the military and stayed back at my parent’s home until I figured out my next chapter. I was never interested in church but went with my parents, so my mind wandered. I kept coming back to you. We were never really friends, just good classmates, so you acknowledged me when our eyes met. You made my heart race like old times with a comfortable smile and wave. Maybe you could read my quickened pulse plain as day on my face, but you never gave me a hint.
The pre-mass announcements mentioned the Fall Bazaar needing volunteers, and there is a sign-up sheet in the hall. After mass, the crowd gathered in the big cafeteria for doughnuts and coffee. I figured I might sign up for something fun since I got time. I saw they needed help with building the haunted house. I have construction experience and know these old folks will need a strong back. I see your name for the haunted house there too. I smirk and think that will make having to work with all these old folks much more bearable.
The weekend to build the simple structure finally arrives. I bring my tools and am just here to work and steal a glance at you here and there. To my delight, we are the only younger folks here, and we end up working together more than I expected. We chat about nothing really, just stick to old times. You don’t ask much about me, and I really don’t ask many personal things of you either. We are familiar strangers
It was hot, humid Florida in September, and I only wore my surf shorts as I built the simple 2×4 walls and sheathed them in plywood. You would hand me tools, hold this, grab that. I taught you how to use my nail gun, saws, and frame walls. You are definitely not shy about hard work. I am impressed by your physical strength, grit, and mental resolve to work with me in the burning sun and sticky heat. I kept looking at your toned ass in those skin-hugging, denim, button fly shorts when you turned away from me. When you squat down or kneel to help, I could see that wonderful area at the top of your inner thigh as it transitions to your barely covered pussy. As you walked toward me, I shifted my gaze to your thin, light top as it was gradually soaking with sweat. I saw so much of your lace bra that day and your cleavage behind it. Damn it, how do you look even more gorgeous all grubby! What are you doing to me!
Despite my fantasizing, longing, and little chubs growing periodically, I must have hidden my lust well enough because we got along as adults should in that group setting with all the old church crowd around us.
The following weekend was the opening of the bizarre. Our haunted house group met an hour before. You were wearing about the same outfit as last week, to my quiet pleasure. The assignments of locations volunteers were to be stationed inside the house were announced. You and I were told to be in the Dark Room. Serendipity.
By the light of a dim bulb, we can see that the decoration team had painted the walls, ceiling, and floor a flat black. Between the sections before and after the Dark Room, they had hung layers of thick black curtains the adventurers in the house had to weave through. That meant no light at all would come in. Our job was to stand in a small nook along the hallway in that pitch black and reach out and touch the people coming by. In the light, it was no big deal. We both fit, but it was only slightly wider than shoulder-width. Only one of us could really be actively alarming the passersby. When I built it, I thought only one person would be there.
“Ok, Places, everyone.”
We get ready by cramming in our little nook. Being polite, I make sure I don’t touch you, so I press against the back wall in the dim light. I wouldn’t want you to think I am a perve or something even though I am already intoxicated by your scent, now only two inches from you. You and I are the closest we have ever been, and now we are stuck here for hours in our little nook to just scare some people. Damn! What Luck! My mouth is about even with the top of your head. I think about how many times I have jerked off to you over the years, and now I am mere inches from you. All I want to do is kiss that beautiful head. I don’t know what you are thinking, but you give no indication that this is awkward for you.
Suddenly, shockingly, the lights go out and a soundtrack blares. The mix of haunted house music and fake screams fills our heads. The absolute darkness and the intensity of the soundtrack leave us awestruck. We attempt conversation, but it is just screaming into each other’s ears. I have to lean in and press my chest against your back to get my mouth close to your ear. You turn to yell into mine. I can feel your hot breath on my neck. I am holding on to your shoulders to not press my body too tightly against yours. We make nervous remarks about being so close, but that gets old quickly. We both accept we will have to touch each other after the first few customers bustle past. We laugh and agree this will be crazy in the absence of all light. We can’t even see our hands in front of our faces even after twenty minutes.
In the nook, your essence is making me dizzy with lust. I am getting buzzed from taking in the scents of your expensive perfume, sweet shampoo, deodorant, and pheromones in your sweat. I can smell the difference between your armpits, your head, your neck, and, I am guessing, lower. I am literally vibrating. My dick does not cooperate with me to stay down. Pre-cum is flowing now. This is going to be a long hot day.
It certainly is a riot being the ones to scare the crap out of these guys. We laugh and swap places in rotation so I can have some fun too. In this accidental sensory deprivation chamber, we learned real quick we had to keep a hand on one another. While one was in front, the one in the back needed to stay in contact so we would not swing an errant elbow or smack heads again.
The heat of the day building in this rickety structure quickly makes us sweat. I wonder if you can get a sense of me. I am sweating so much, and my dick is screaming for you, leaking continuously into my shorts. I wonder if you can sense that. I am so hot and tired of yelling that I grab you firmly at the hips. I feel you tense at my sudden forceful grasp. I do this only to urgently move you out of the nook to let me take off my sopping wet, stifling shirt. I am left wearing only my surf shorts and flip-flops. Now, you can feel my bare body with all the innocent touching to know where we are. I don’t know what you think because speaking is so much work. Because we learned to communicate with our touch, I feel you lingering more, rubbing a bit more over my torso. Your hand is sliding over my sweat-slick skin, exploring my defined muscles.
We choose to be in the nook, ready in the lulls between guests. I have been placing my hands on your body for an hour, at least, to keep our contact. So much so that we are both very comfortable with it. The air temperature has continued to climb to a brutal level, and we both feel it. My hands feel like hot coals on your skin, so I touch lightly and change positions often. I track them along your sides, up to your shoulders, and back down to your hips.
I take to blowing on your back and down your shirt to help cool you. You lift your long hair up so I can refresh your neck. You turn to face me, and I blow down the front of your neck and chest, my lips inches from your hot skin, intoxicating me further.
In all the activity in the dark, we have glided our hands over most of each other’s bodies. Not being able to sense where you are when we lose contact, I have grabbed a breast or your butt accidentally here and there to nothing but giggles from you. I am so glad you’re a good sport about it. I have had hard-ons off and on for way too long now. I know you have backed into it more than a few times. Did you feel it? Did you graze your hand down there on purpose? I think you did.
During another slow time, we relax. You are tired of standing upright and leaning back on me you press me against the back wall. You rest your whole body against me now. I am inspired and bring my hands to your belly, holding you tighter. There is no doubt that you feel my cock. I feel you get more comfortable against me. I slide my hand under your shirt to touch your hot, slick skin. I run my hand under your bra to tantalize you and me, but I’m not touching it yet. We can hear a crowd coming through the other parts of the house. The group is in our darkroom now, and you just let them pass.
I know that you are in this moment. I grind my dick harder against your perfect ass. That Ass! I have wanted this for so long. I never thought I would be living the reality. I made another sweep up your shirt. There is no mistaking my intention. I move my hands up slowly to your bra. Now, over your bra, breaking that taboo. You grab my hand. I can feel your breathing quicken. I tense, thinking you are going to stop me. You don’t. You keep your hand on mine and squeeze. Relaxing your head back on my chest, I massage both breasts. I am caressing your perfect C-cups, tenderly tracing the back of my fingers on the bare skin above your bra, and relishing the moment. My now throbbing dick is standing straight up against my belly. Through our thin clothes, you press my solid rock of a cock harder into the crack of your ass as you timidly grind your hips as if you are still not sure you should be doing this but are anyway. After a few minutes of this, and me eagerly yearning for your touch for far too long, my dick just starts pumping. There was no stopping it. The dam burst. Rivers of pent-up lust shot into my own pants. You had to be feeling that, too.
Oh my god, it is so hot in here. I think my head is going to burst. We know this is going pretty far, and you have concluded that we need to stop. What! Why?
I can’t ask questions at the moment because of the noisy soundtrack, but we catch our breaths.
Will that be the end? You didn’t leave the nook; you just created a bit of space between us and didn’t run off screaming. I think that’s a good sign. Maybe you are proud of yourself for bringing me to orgasm.
More groups slide past. You do your best to entertain them. You are back to having fun as you keep your hand in contact with me. You are still allowing me to place my hands about anywhere I want. I keep pressing my luck with you. I glide my hands all over you, massaging your breasts, lovingly squeezing your ass, and push my fingers hard into your asshole as much as your shorts and you will allow. I continue to blow cool air softly on your neck and down your back, occasionally stopping to kiss and taste you.
I kneel down behind you to kiss the small of your back. I fill my nose with each inhale of heat radiating from between your legs. I track my mouth and tongue farther. Absorbed, I kiss, squeeze, and spread your cheeks apart. I trace my tongue along the short’s hem along the barely covered cheek. I continue on down your muscular hamstring, licking and sucking to taste the salty sweetness your hot, wet, sensitive skin offers to me. I feel the goosebumps at the back of your knee. I reverse direction up the left leg and work my way back to standing. You savor most of it. For some reason, you keep brushing my hand and roaming tongue from getting too close to your pussy. We have not spoken to each other about what is happening, maybe because of the oppressive heat, perhaps the din of the screaming soundtrack, or if we do, it will break the spell.
You indicate that we are switching. You maneuver behind me and squat down to catch your breath. The heat is making your head swim too. I give you space but keep holding hands to stay in contact. A new group is coming, so I release your hand and turn to pester them. You find my thighs to touch from the back. As I turn around after howling and grabbing at the passing group, your hands let me rotate to face you. As I turn, your hand feels my cock through my shorts. I feel the surprise in your hand as you momentarily think to pull away, but then, feeling bolder, you just grab on. With this new touch, I am growing hard again. It is hanging down the pant leg of the surf trunks, and you are pressing him into my leg as the thin fabric allows an almost complete grip in your hand. Second by second, my dick is hardening and growing as you stroke.
My cock is fully raging now and does not want to be contained. It is lifting the leg of my shorts, so you reach under and take him fully in your hand. Your hands are so hot, and there is so much sweat that your stroking is well lubricated. I lift the pant leg higher off of him and free my balls. He is fully hard, and I know inches from your mouth. Another few strokes from you, and my hips move into your stroking rhythm. I can tell you are using both hands like holding a bat, and I notice that your fingers don’t wrap around fully.
Oh, what is this new sensation? Your mouth? Oh, it is. You are forcing me, daring me to come again. I sense a new group coming into the Dark Room. I assume you must, but you don’t stop again. I screamed and groaned at the folks passing, but it was mostly to release my bottled-up excitement. It is so electrifying to know I am getting my dick sucked within inches of people passing by.
After they pass, I give my attention back to you and your mouth. I reach down and feel your head moving up and down my cock. You are moving your tongue in ways I can’t even tell; I just know it’s feeling so good. You are stroking my shaft as you suck him to the base and use your hand to follow your lips back to the tip. You slide your lips down one side of my shaft, sucking off all the juices and spitting it back out on the way up to the head. You energetically suck my swollen head back into your mouth and dive down to the base, taking my cock deep into your throat. I can feel your gag reflex’s contractions.You just keep right on going. So Electric. So Greedy. So Hungry. I don’t have a say in this anymore. You are fucking me with your mouth. I don’t want it to stop, but I have to fuck you.
I try to stop you, but you don’t give in. I want to lift you up, rip those shorts off and impale you on my dick. I want to be slamming into you while you are pinned against the back wall. I can’t take it anymore and feel my orgasm building with that thought. I lightly tap your head to let you know I am close. This does nothing to slow your rhythm. I explode a knee-weakening load deep into your throat. You slide back up but keep your lips on my head. You are moving your tongue with each pulsation of my spasming hard cock to milk every last drop out of my balls. With my dick still in your mouth, you continue to lightly suck and swirl your tongue while you caress my balls. We stay like this for a few moments as we feel him get softer on the wet warmth of your tongue.
Suddenly the music stops, and the dim bulb in the room turns on. This is just as shocking as when it started. I quickly pull away and shove my pant leg down. We can barely see in the new brightness. Through the blurry strobe effect of my blinking, you stand in front of me and give me our first kiss. You roll your tongue around in my mouth as if to prove there was not a drop of my cum wasted on the floor. You just gave me everything you had to offer with absolute abandon.
I was still wondering why the world came crashing back when the director of our group did a walk through our area. He said he was looking for a lost kid. I have no idea what he thought of us, but I know we looked a mess. Me standing shirtless, a guilty dumb afterglow grin on my face, cum in my shorts from the first time, hopefully not noticeable as soaked in sweat as I was. Your hair was matted and hanging long, but you still looked terrific. You even have a glow in your eyes that I know is because now you are chatting with this old man when you were swallowing ropes of my cum down your throat a minute before.
With this well-timed break, we head out into the world. You go one way without even looking back, and I go stumbling to find the Dunk Tank. I offer myself up in the seat for someone to hit a bullseye and dunk me. After the first failed attempt from a little kid, I reach over, spring the release, and down I go. The water is invigorating, cooling me back into the real world. I flail around to make a show for the little guy, but really, I am just trying to get the hours of sweat, pre-cum, and cum out of my shorts. Rising up out of the water, it’s surreal seeing families and people who have known me since I was in diapers just waving and saying “Hi” while trying to make sense of the morning.
After a snack and much-needed water break, we are summoned back to the house. You scarcely look in my direction out here in the real world, and I wonder why but I don’t do anything that would give away our secret. I noticed a bit of embarrassment combined with a coy smirk when you averted your eyes.
We don’t talk while we are getting into positions. Just like the first time the lights go out, and the soundtrack blares, it takes us a bit to reacquaint ourselves with the dark, the mind-numbing loudness, the heat, and our touch.
With just an hour or so left in our shift, the mood from you is a bit cool. We have to touch, but you stop my hands from roaming. I push my luck a little, but I understand. You must have had a moment of clarity to think about all that has happened and who you might be going home to. We continue to play with the guests and enjoy their screams and gasps as unexpected hands grab at them or slightly graze some part of their body.
It only takes about 15 to 20 minutes for you to start bumping your ass against me. Your slight brush here or bump there only makes my cock wake up. Emboldened by this coyness, I grab your hips tight and pull you into my thickening member. Your only reaction was to lean your back against me and wiggle just right to press him into the crack of your ass again. You’re stroking him again with your ass making me grow to full length. Throwing out all pretense of innocence, you reach behind to get a more serious hold of his thickness with your hands. I let you play for a long while by just leaning back against the back wall of our nook, both of us enjoying your erotic massage.
As that position loses charm, I come back to you, pressing my body against yours. I reach around the waistband of your shorts and make my way to the front. Wondering if I am still banned, I slide down the outside of your shorts to slide my fingers deep down between your legs. I can feel the heat, the moisture, the release within you as you part your legs enough for my hand. You grind that amazing ass harder against my cock. I let you masturbate on my hand, almost taking your total weight on my curling and wiggling fingers. You pull my free hand from your hip to your right breast. I push under your bra to stroke your hard nipples lightly, alternating with a bit of pinching and pulling. I finally feel your release. You weaken in my arms as you surrender to wave after wave of convulsive orgasm. I hold you upright until my arms shake.
Slowly, your awareness comes back to the room, still leaning on me. Feeling my hard-on pressed against you, I feel you continue to wiggle your ass slowly. That keeps me in the game. I reach back down to the front of your shorts and try to slide my fingers under the waistband. That does not work well. These shorts are so tight. I begin to unbutton the fly. One button pops, two buttons, and three buttons open. Both of us breathing hard again, I am now pushing my hand down to your hottest core. I can feel even more heat radiating out. My fingers reach your mound of trimmed pubic hair.
Pushing further, my fingers rub your clit through the sweat-soaked silky material of your expensive lingerie. Slipping further down the middle of your juicy pussy, I press into you through your panties, and I feel you weaken. You grab my hand from the outside of your shorts to push with force against my own fingers. After I get the pressure just right, you bring your hand to the back of my head and pull me in for a kiss. A hot, wet, sucking, panting, needy, aggressive smashing of our lips. I want all of you in my mouth.
I pull my hand up to the waist of your panties and under to slide down again to your mound, over your sensitive clit, down through your slick slit. My left arm hugs under your arm and holds tight to your right breast. My other hand glides in as I stroke your lips apart. I slide my middle fingers in circles around your tight opening, feeling your juices, your heat, and you weakening. I curl my fingers up and in your constricted, soaked pussy as deep as possible. You reach out to brace your arm against the nook wall and crumple into me. Long lost to time and place, you allow me to work my fingers within you, my sliding palm putting pressure on your clit. Your muscles clamp down on my fingers. You come in my hand again, again collapsing against me and pushing me to the back wall.
I keep my hand on your pussy and my fingers in you but wait for you to recover. I press against the back wall and squat down a bit more to let you almost sit in my lap. Pre-cum soaking through my shorts and my dick raging for release. I remove my hand and feel you relax more.
I think groups have passed by during all this, but I really don’t know. I feel you stand. I think you may be getting up to dress and act composed but you sit back against me. I can feel that you have pulled your shorts down, exposing your bare ass to me as you sit on my thighs. With a reach around, you undo my shorts’ tie strings, rip the Velcro, and get my dick out as quickly as possible. I maneuver up enough to allow you to line up with my straining cock. I feel you find the right spot. Guiding my swollen head to your ready hole, you press down to pop the bulbous flesh through your quaking muscles and collapse onto my entire shaft. Enjoying the fullness in that first thrust, you stay there feeling the throbs of my heartbeat pulsing through my hard-on. You slowly rise and feel every inch, every pulsing vein moving in you. You slide down again, and I feel the walls of your already tight little pussy constrict and quiver. You feel me shudder and tighten. Your pace quickens, and I feel my dick swelling even more, on the verge of cumming.
I am finally rewarded for my efforts today. Me pushing, and you willing as much of my thick shaft into your craving pussy as possible, you’re convulsing. My dick detonates. We are cumming together in the dark, in virtual silence, not caring about the groups of people roaming by. I am overcome by the sensory overload in the dark abyss. Your heat, your musk, our sweat, our cum, all filling my nose. Knees weak and dick vibrating, I collapsed to the floor. I let you sit on my upright knees after you have raised your shorts. I know my cum is soaking through them. I wonder who you’re going home to.
Our bodies are spent, and the shift is almost over. Still in the noise and utter blackness, you get composed and give me a tight embrace. We kiss the hottest kiss I have ever enjoyed. Dammit, I don’t want to let go, but you break away and head out the curtains. I have to wait a few minutes, so I don’t go out there and scare the nuns. I head out into the real world, dick dripping and still aching for you, but you are gone.
Disappointed, I shrug and head over to the only respite out here, the dunk tank. Cool, refreshed, but spent, I head home. I realize on the way I am shirtless, and I still have two more shifts with you. It’s going to be a long hot weekend.
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