I fucked myself raggedly, my whole body convulsed as I was choked by climax. I was completely out of breath, my pussy couldn't take anymore and I with...rew the glowing toy from my sex tunnel. I simply lay where I was, affording Mr Voyeur, a view of my temporarily satiated pussy. I wasn't finished yet though. After a brief quiescence, of simply displaying my sex to my voyeur, I dipped a single finger into the lube, moved it to my little bumhole, and spread around the lubricant, before repeating. Finally the adviser, Mr. Kelly, my art teacher, came trotting up, festooned with several cameras himself. "All ready then, are we? Where should we start?"Not in the darkroom, I thought to myself. Anyplace but that!"How about the goal net?" Albert Ballantine suggested. He was a sophomore, a kind of big, pudgy guy who I'd thought of as a possible date for Stephanie, until earlier today. Now I wasn't as sure."Why not the benches here?" Jimmy Dirk suggested. He was in my math class, a little. All my loneliness for Galway is gone. Since I took up with Jim, Dublin has opened her arms to me, taken me to her breast. My Jackeen Jim. He’s cut from Dublin as sure as Nelson’s Pillar was. But still he talks of getting away, of leaving all behind; he sees a lit-up future away from this country. I’m hoping he will invite me.I roll on my side to look at him: the wrinkled linen jacket, the dirty plimsolls, the clever eyes, stilled now under sleepy lids. He looks serene and innocent yet he’s the. Aunt Bessie had said it was a good thing they weren't together more, so they didn't have time to cook up more mischief than they did. Her and Uncle Jesse were always having to correct them. When he was a baby, he and his Mom had come to visit for two weeks every summer. Aunt Bessie loved the chance to take care of her Great Nephew, and spoil him rotten. It gave the two girls time to get reacquainted, and get into trouble. Both were excellent students in school, and had skipped grades several.