The moss on the stones that line the creek are vibrantly green and full of life, a subtle contrast against the dense wood around you, a faded, dark-ve...dant color, tinged with the black of decay. As you follow the winding brook through the foliage, silently stepping from stone to stone, something in your mind lazily stirs. You cannot stop moving forward, and as you peer ahead, it seems to be daylight, but looking to the side shows the deathly quiet forest in midnight. You cannot look behind you,. You still consider yourself 100% straight, despite never so much as holding a girl's hand. Though years of torment and teasing have left you shy, skittish, and more than a little submissive. And with your parents being so overbearing, you haven't even been able to explore much in the way of porn. You literally wouldn't know what to do with a girl if you got one.You think your best hope is to keep your head down and ignore the slurs and shoves and hope to survive senior year. Maybe college will. “So you give some old lady a thrill and a fond memory, so what?” I shook my head. “Give some old lady – or old man - a heart attack is more like it. Us white folk ain’t used to nothing like that!” They laughed, but Allison, who had only managed to don her panties thus far, crawled up onto their bed and between his legs, taking his cock first in her hands and then in her mouth as one hand slowly pumped his thick shaft; the other cupped and fondled his huge balls. From where I stood I could see. I heard Natalie’s car door open and shut but nothing else, had I got the wrong end of the stick or had she asked her to do something further down the line, once Natalie had come in she smiled and headed for the bedroom and I followed. Once in the bedroom Natalie unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor she was wearing the stockings from last night and as she started taking her knickers down I noticed she had two pairs on and the first pair I hadn’t seen before. She asked me to.