The walk back didn't do much to burn off the caffeine, and I got back to my room far too wired to go to sleep (you try sleeping on four cups of coffee.... I thought about reading some more, but I was a bit sick of reading by now. Five minutes later, I picked up the phone and punched in a number."Security." Hey, Matt. Is Gary in?" Yeah. I'll put him on." There was a bit of shuffling as the receiver changed hands. "Gary here." Hi, Mr. Brock. This is Alex from the swim team. I was heading over to. I caught you as you did a couple of quick double takes to my crotch, before you looked away. Busted I said to myself as I caught your stare returning to my crotch a couple of more times, your gaze lingering longer each time. It was then that I decided to have some fun with you. With my head turned to the side, ignoring your frequent peeks, I ran my hand across the length of my shaft a couple of times. Predictably, it began to engorge itself with blood, pushing the mushroom shaped head further. He told me that, “There is no right or wrong way in self-pleasure. If it feels good to go for it.” He asked me to keep coconut oil close to the bed and bolt the bedroom for privacy, which I did.He told me to set the mood. I covered the windows, lit an incense candle (room was dark except for the low light illuminated by the candle), spreading flower on the bed (I spread the jasmine which I wore that day afternoon only). I played a slow romantic music with low volume as per his instructions.I. He shakes his head, and whispers, “No.”I can’t help but fall deeper for him for it. Though, I do eventually convince him to go. I promise him I’ll tell my parents about us. That way we don’t have to keep hiding. He kisses me softly, tells me he loves me and gets dressed. He leaves the way he came in.After I shower, I go downstairs and I tell my parents that we need to talk. Both of them look concerned, but I tell them it isn’t a bad thing. They relax and I only hope they can understand that.