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|Searching for Truth|
1 The sun was slowly setting beyond the horizon, leaving a faint red-orange streak across the sky, giving different hues to the fat clouds floating slowly above the ground. The moon faintly peeped out from behind the sun's darkening curtain, revealing its pale, spotted face. The symphony of the birds and crickets filled the evening air, providing an ambience of sound that complemented the ending of the day. The hot, moist blow of the wind ran lightly and slowly through the leaves of the sighing trees, the blades of the bending grass, the tired people walking home from a idle day of work. Small, colorful buildings which were already closing could be seen lining the main road--Mr. Heintz's local grocery, Mr. J. Johnson's pharmacy, Mr. G. Clips barber shop and salon, Dr. Pepper's office, and others. The small park was quiet, albeit a few teenagers ending their game of football. Beside the park, the recreation center, built only a year before in hopes of bringing the community closer, stood quietly against the incessant and loud sighs of the bored receptionist. The day was ending, the day was hot, the day was long, and the citizens of Myers, Texas were truly exhausted.
A lonely teenager going against the flow of the other people was headed toward the recreation center with the intent of cooling off. Daniel held a duffle bag carrying his swimming trunks, towel, clothes, and soap. Even though there was a slight breeze blowing across his smooth face, beads of sweat were trailing down the skin of his neck and strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He wished it was fall or winter. He just couldn't stand the heat, even though he was supposed to be used to it. His gray eyes scanned the darkening sky that was filled with different hues of purple, red, orange, yellow. He hoped that it would at least rain a little too cool things off. He approached the front of the recreation center and wiped the sweat from his forehead just before entering the doors. A blast of cool air blasted him across his sweat-glistened skin and the lady at the front desk looked up uninteretedly at the visitor.
"Well! Look what the heat drove in! Let me guess. Wanting a nice cool swim before getting back home, sweetie?", asked the red-haired lady.
With a small town like Myers, it's not hard to guess. Almost everybody knows everybody. And the adults... well, they could say anything about a somebody and everybody would believe them. Danny acted as best as possible in front of adults. It didn't do to well if some ridiculous thing started spreading from a slip in behavior. There are some things better kept silent.
"Yes'm, Aunt Edna. Just gonna go take a quick dip in the pool before I head back home," replied Danny as politely as possible, "'Kinda empty in here, ain't it?"
"Well, go on, then. And don't forget to invite me to your eighteenth birthday, y'hear? I'll bring my famous fruit salad."
"I promise I won't forget. It'll be at Mr. Donald's Diner anyway, so anyone who wants to can come," Danny ensured.
"Well, good. Now, hurry up and get that butt of yours movin'. We close at eight, but I intend to leave here AT eight."
With that, Danny headed toward the men's locker room. He set his stuff down and began to peel off his damp shirt. His delicate skin glistened lightly under the flourescent light of the room. He unblucked his belt and pulled of his jeans, revealing his yellow underwear. He quickly slipped this off and hastily pulled on his swimming trunks, anxious at somebody seeing him even though he knew that he was alone in the room.
Danny headed for the showers to rinse off before getting into the pool. He relaxed under the shower, letting the hot water wash over his tired body. He actually liked the hot water, even though it was already hot out. The steam began to fill the small, empty shower room ang Danny closed his eyes to let his mind wander.
Danny summed up the courage to do what he was about to do. He convinced himself that nobody would come to the recreation center at this time of day and that he would be able to hear anyone coming in the shower room anyway. He was pretty excited at what he was thinking of doing that he was already hard. The erection poked through the wet fabric of his swimming trunks and he stared at it, imagining things that he could do with it. He ran his hand down his smooth chest and abdomen, feeling the smooth skin underneath his hand. He began rubbing the hardness under his trunks--squeezing, pulling, rubbing. He became impatient, pulled his swimming trunks down to his ankles and he began to jack off. His breathing increased with each passing second, the steam and heat mixed with the pleasure began clouding his mind--he was overtaken by the feeling. His free hand began roaming his body until it reached his butt, which it squeezed repeatedly. His hand became bolder and started to creep deeper toward his warm, virgin hole. Danny grew more and more excited from doing this in a public area. A finger swirled around his hole. Danny gasped at the feeling and he stroked with more fervor. The finger began to push itself inside, but the tight muscles kept it from entering. The finger pushed harder, intent on reaching its goal. The muscles gave way and the finger entered the warm, moist cavity. It wiggled its way inward until it reached its final destination. The finger began to rub against the sensitive area and Danny began to moan--pretty loudly. The new stimulation brought Danny to his knees, his back arched and his other hand stroked his dick faster. Danny, with his eyes shut tight, bit his lower lip and let out a small groan. He was close. He could feel it. He could feel the tightening of his hole and the growing sensitivity of the head of his dick. Almost... almost--
"OH, SHIT! WHOA!!! Sorry! Wow..." came a surprised and unknown voice from the shower entrance.
Danny froze in complete and utter fear. He practically stopped breathing. He did managed to shoot everything he had onto the wet tile floor, though. The intense pleasure from the orgasm made him gasp hard. His asshole tightened around his finger and his other muscles tightened as the stream of hot, sticky goo splattered all over his stomach and onto the floor. He became dizzy. The orgasm, heat, shock of being discovered did not mix well. He began to lose balance.
"Hey... man, are you alright? Look, don't worry. It's okay. I really don't care what you do in here. I thought that was really h- HEY, WAIT!"
Danny dashed out of the shower room past the guy. He grabbed his towel and ran out of the recreation center as if some serial killer with a syringe of HIV virus was after him. He just hoped that the guy didn't recognize him from all the steam...
"Danny!?" Mrs. Kathy exclaimed surprised at seeing the young man running across the hall with only a towel.
"Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" Danny kept saying over and over as he ran home with only his swimming trunks and towel.
He ran in the house and streaked up the stairs into his room. He locked his door and flopped onto the bed, freaked out and exhausted, but mainly freaked out of his mind.
"Oh, crap..." was all he could say in his state of shock. Images and thoughts of what could happen if people found out overfilled his racing mind.
Then, after a few minutes of momentary insanity his mom called up to him.
"Daniel! Somebody's here to see you! Come on down here, sweetiepie!" a deep feminine voice called from downstairs.
Danny was brought back to reality at his mom's voice. He took a moment to clear his head. He noticed that he was naked and his towel was laying on the floor by the door. He only put on a clean pair of shorts and a shirt. He knew it was Jessica. She was the only one who cam over to his house.
He went down the stairs and was about to open his mouth to call Jessica's name when he saw that it was a guy his age talking with Danny's mom. With his duffle bag.
"Aw... fuck..."
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My first story! Thanks, guys. Oh, look... a pretty flower...
-Danny