”The stockier one of them lived across the street from Randy. Tom was his name. The other was Eddy. They were both seniors from our school. Tom's f...mily had a pool and from the noises we could hear in the distance they must be having a party. Something I was never invited to. Still, they seemed to be playing a familiar game. They both lowered their pants to show off their dicks to each other. Tom's was almost as big as Randy's. Eddy's was smaller. More the size of mine. Eddy was examining. Her hair appeared to be combed to one said and she was holding a remote in her hand."I'm sorry; I was letting my imagination get the best of me."She looked down and saw the obvious bulge in my shorts and said, "That's some imagination you have there, Uncle Charlie." I tried to get up but she smiled and put her hand out to stop me. I looked at her and nodded and sat back down on the couch. She pointed the remote towards the stereo and pressed play. I sat there in awe of my eighteen year old. I stood up to move mybag from the hook on the door to the lid of the toilet that I'd beensitting on. I then took off my gym shorts and underwear and examined mybody, noting that all of my body hair had somehow managed to removeitself from where it was, and magically transform to lengthen my hair. Ilightly ran my fingers all over my body, thoughts of what would happenif someone found me in that state rushing unbidden to my mind. I somehowmanaged to force the thoughts away after realising that my. The clerk took the ten and handed the black man six paper tokens & four one dollar bills.As he passed through the doorway of the arcade a bell rang, a signal to the clerk that someone had either entered or left the arcade.It was dark in the arcade, a contrast to the bright lighting of the bookstore. The only lighting came from the lights above the doorways of the preview booths - white if a movie was playing - red if not. As his eyes became accustomed to the darkness, the black man noticed.