I walked in backstage and two dancers were in there. One girl was sitting on top of a table and the other one was eating her pussy. It wasn't unusual....A lot of girls have sex back stage along with doing a little cocaine. I didn't do d**gs at that point in my life.Anyway, I started freshing up while listening to the girls moan and calling each other sluts and whores. It was actually a turn on for me."You want some of this?" Said the girl doing the licking.I walked over to the table, glanced down. "You're right." I got off her and stood up. I reached a hand down to her, but she ignored it and stood on her own. "I'm sorry. That was out of line. But I really think you need to talk to someone. Your mom, Mikee, Tami. There's a lot of people of care about you."Kelly turned her back and went back to the window. I watched her stare out for several minutes, then left. Man had I blown it this time!I mean, if you can't learn life lessons from George Custer, who can you learn them from?As I walked. I had to do it."Whoa, what the hell?!" cried the boy as I suddenly stood up and ran across the street. I didn't bother turning back to see him and his friend's reaction. I couldn't slow down. A car passed from my left as its lights illuminated my nude flesh. I kept going. I made it across the last lane into the parking lot and stumbled to a landing almost hidden in the darkness.I looked behind me. No one had followed me. The car had kept driving, its passengers with a new story to tell over. We need to be segregated as mother nature exacts revenge on the nearest males within fang and clawing distance, but mother being in her usual pimpish fashion, thought nothing about my building sexuality, and left me in bed with my poor little brother, whose cock was within striking distance, and often suckled and licked as I fingered my holes to orgasm.I discovered the joys of flashing when I came across a guy having a wank as I approached him down a path in our local park. I don't think he was.