Every time I looked at the clock it seemed to be standing still. I would glance at my phone every few moments waiting for any sort of news. I was so h...rny I couldn’t concentrate on TV, and although I craved a release, I knew I had to wait for some sign. Around 12:30 I was starting to get tired and it looked like I wouldn’t be hearing from Stacy any time soon. Just as I was getting into bed, my phone vibrated with a text. It was from Stacy. “Hey babe, how’s your night going?” I could practically. I was watching both of their cams. I left chat for a while and then came back in to see who was around. The guy with the smiles was still hanging around so I chatted him up. Since he was on cam, I decided to turn mine on as well. I could not stop staring at his cam as we chatted away. Since I was home alone, I decided to give a nice tease for the chatroom while focusing all my attention on this young, adorable guy with the most amazing smile. Well, my tease led to me pulling out some props…oil. Then when he was eighteen he was piloting one of the shuttles through adebris field near Mars station when the Gender Police arrived and boardedhis families Freighter.He had just enough time to change clothes and trim his long hair towithin the Standard length allowable before he too was boarded.The trial was quick, and over with before they knew what had happened. Itwas later after the trial when they turned command of the family's shipover to one the new Hold Hands that he realized what had. His first, and subsequent encounters were all at that same truck-stop's public showers where he liked to loiter about, checking out the nude men. A man, who sensed the kid was horny for it, followed him into the shower stall. The rest was history, learning the silent, subtle invitations thereafter.That particularly unique hotbed of lonely, horny males without scruples as to how they took care of getting their rocks off, was situated in a small port city at the head of the Great Lakes shipping.