This stranger gazed at me as if she were reading me, learning what I know, getting inside me. Then, she ever so slowly smirked, just halfway, and whis...ered “I’m finger fucking myself, and I needed a dark corner.” With dead on expression.“What? Ahh…, Seriously?” I stuttered. Stopped in my track.“I’m just k**ding, girl. I’m drinking some beers, and I’m still in my painting clothes, so, I’m sort of hiding in the corner.” She explained with a slur and took a drink. A syrupy string of saliva broke. Well, maybe a little. Well, ok, so I did. So what? What's your point?" She laughed, and so did I. She could take it as well as she could dish it out."Well... we're getting ready to leave here soon anyway, and you're so quiet during sex, it would take a long time for you to scream yourself hoarse. Maybe there's a back room there we can borrow for awhile?" I teased her."There is," she stated emphatically. She wasn't teasing. It gave me the perfect lead in to what I really wanted to ask,. ..”“Gabe”, I said bluntly.“Oh sorry, Gabe. Guys this is Gabe, he is in your homeroom”, she said hurriedly.Then she just walked out. Great. Trust me, this was really awkward. Just then a tall African American boy told me to grab a seat near them. At least someone was being outgoing to me. So there I just sat, laughed at a few of their jokes, and pretty much kept to myself. Occasionally the would tell me something, or ask me something, but nothing big.All of a sudden someone walked into the. Richard looked me in the eye and began to stroke slowly. His cock immediately firmed up, totally hard and only three inches long. It looked like it was as hard as it would get.“Have you ever seen a guy masturbate before?” Richard asked.“No,” I lied, as I knew he wanted me to. “You’re the first. It’s quite amazing.”He looked down at himself as he stroked. He angled his cock a little higher in the air. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking about. He was obviously performing, but it wasn’t clear.