The Queer Road
"Voyeur"
Disclaimer: This is a series of fictional short stories about boys and young men in conflict over their sexuality. There is homosexual activity described. If it isn't allowed for you to read such material, stop now.
Our small town had a Christmas high school basketball tournament every year, and the year I was in the 8th grade several of us became basketball fans. There were two girls games in the afternoon and two boys games in the evening. Girls basketball was half court in those days; the girls playing one end had to stop at the center line and pass to team mates on the other end. Still, they ran a lot and their tits flopped and jiggled and kept a handful of 8th grade boys entranced.
On the night in question I bought a hotdog for dinner and stayed to watch the boys games. I lost interest and started annoying my cousin Bobby, who was a year older and was sitting with boys his age. He ignored me, then ordered me to leave him alone, then took a swat at me when I persisted. I dodged and hit him back. In a rage he chased me up the bleachers. Bobby was a big boy and mad, but I was faster and I had a plan. I ran to the top, then along the length of the bleachers to the end, jumped down and ran into the Men's Room. We took our PE in that gym and I knew it well. The Men's Room had two doors; one from the gym and one from the lobby. Inside were two stalls and two urinals. I ran into the first stall and stepped on the toilet seat and then up to the toilet paper holder and leaned back behind the door which remained open. Seconds behind me Bobby raged into the bathroom, looked into both stalls without opening the doors all the way and rushed out the lobby door. I waited silently for him to come back through after not finding me in the lobby. Instead someone else came in. I could only see their feet.
I recognized the engineer boots immediately; Karl Weiss, the bully of the high school, the quintessential bad boy. The other person was wearing Converse All Stars, the hip basketball shoe of the day. These were dirty and worn. They checked both stalls, again without opening the doors all the way, and went to the urinals. I was stuck. I remained quiet.
"You wanna suck my dick?" It was Karl.
"Shh! Don't say that in here!" That was Benny, an overweight oafish kid who hung around the flamboyant, sociopath Karl. They made a great team, Karl had all the bad ideas and Benny was, by his sheer bulk intimidating.
"Well?"
"Aren't we gonna go home by the barn?"
"No. Buddy's brother has the truck tonight and we're going down to the state line to get some beer. They're leaving after the first game."
"Can't I go?"
"No room."
"I could ride in the back," Benny whined.
"You'd freeze. I'll save you some beer. Let's go now, we can go back by the coach's office." They left, Benny protesting, but following behind Karl.
I knew that place well. The grade school was behind the gym and as a little kid I'd played in the partially enclosed space under those stairs many times. I decided to have a look at what Karl and Benny were planning.
I jumped down and went out the lobby door and out the front behind them. They turned to the right and the parking lot, I went the other way down the street. After the first house I cut through a yard and into the school yard and turned back toward the gym. I was a good Boy Scout. I'd learned if you want to approach someone unseen, keep a tree between you. The street light at the corner of the building lit up the parking lot but a big oak tree in the school yard cast a long shadow that I walked up undetected. The show had already started.
Karl stood on his tiptoes with his back to the building and his face just at the level of the landing, watching out into the parking lot filled with cars. Bennie was kneeling in front of him. I'd heard about boys sucking other boys dicks, and the stories I'd heard were about a bigger boy making a smaller boy do him. That was the main reason boys my age and size stayed well away from the tough guys like Karl Weiss and Benny. I shivered from the cold, and the realization that if I got caught I would find myself in this game.
"Mumble" Karl said something I couldn't hear, then sank down below the level of the landing and unzipped his pants. Even in the shadow I could see the white penis outlined against Karl's dark jeans. There was no detail, just a white tube sticking out. Soon that white tube disappeared as Benny's face descended and all I could see was the back of his head against Karl's waist.
I shivered again, terrified now. I was seeing something explosively dangerous. I almost ran right then, but I was afraid Karl, even with his engineer boots, could catch me. I peeked around the tree again.
"Slurp" Yeah, he was doing it.
"SHH!" Karl stretched up on his toes again to look into the parking lot. When he did I could see Benny better, on his knees, head bobbing on Karl's middle, his arms clasped around Karl's buttocks. Karl sank back into the shadows.
There was no coercion here. Bennie was doing this because he wanted Karl's dick in his mouth, simple as that. Weird, I thought.
"Stop." Karl stood up again, pulling his penis out of Benny and pumping it with his hand as he checked the parking lot. His hand was a blur pumping as he sank down again, hand on Benny's head as if to keep him from jumping up and running away. I didn't think that was going to be a problem. "OK, now," Karl whispered and Benny's face descended again. Now Karl's hands hugged Benny's head as his hips pumped into him, and Benny's left arm hugged Karl's hips as his head bobbed while his right hand pumped his own penis, which I could not see. I could hear them both panting, and then Karl grunted once and stopped moving, Benny bobbed slower but his breathing was louder, ragged. His hand was faster. Karl stood still, watching as Benny frantically pumped his hand, Karl's penis still in his mouth. He turned his torso to the side, apparently to avoid ejaculating on Karl and I could see his hand pumping a long white tube thing, but no detail. Then he slowed, and sat back on his heels and released Karl.
The buzzer went off, signaling the end of the basketball game. The two boys quickly zipped up and returned to the parking lot. I ran backward out of the school yard, keeping that tree between us.
Back home, safely in bed, straining erect dick in my hand, I contemplated what I'd seen. Boys sucked boys because they wanted to, wow. We'd all heard of queers, but that was something that happened in cities, not right here in town. Slowly I pumped it, wanting it to last, reliving what I'd seen. First I was Karl, looking down on Benny's lips taking my organ, then, to my surprise, I was Benny taking Karl's dick into my mouth. Then Karl, then Benny, then my whole body when rigid in a spasm of climax.
The next morning I rode my bike over to the gym and causally walked around by the coach's office. There on the sidewalk where he'd been kneeling was Benny's ejaculate; several globs of drying white semen. There was no sign of Karl's.