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The gratification of the warm water on his body made it difficult to vacate the pool. Despite this, having provided a sufficient, sensual experience, he withdrew contrary to his desires. Another boy, unbeknownst to the young swimmer, had been examining him. As the swimmer fastened his towel to himself and proceeded to the pool locker rooms, the analytical stranger had scurried to the locker rooms himself. The swimmer, a young boy, had stopped himself to witness this himself, and shook his head in contemplation.
He stood there in the locker room, a desolate interior, void but of one individual. A young boy, one he had awkwardly examined during his session of swimming. He stood still, throwing glances at the swimmer, who was no older than eleven. He could hear the ripping vibrations of the thunder lingering outdoors, an endless legion of clouds threatening to engulf the entire city. Mike, the young swimmer, continued to wait with growing impatience. Two minutes later, the young, analytical boy, introduced himself. “Hi,” he said.
Mike took a glance at his face and noticed his cheeks were growing warm. Because of this, he blushed as well.
“I’m Jeff,” he continued, in his almost unnoticeable voice. Mike shifted uncomfortably on his seat.
“I’m Mike,” he said, staring down at his feet. Not daring to glance at Jeff’s eyes.
“I’m getting a little bored,” he said. Mike could sense a mischievous tone rising in his voice. His eyes widened.
“Yeah, me too..” he continued, surveying the room. Mike’s eyes quickly travelled to Jeff’s jeans. He noticed his sliding down, zipper in hand. Mike was engulfed with emotions of surprise and joy, and a little guilt too. His pants fell to the ground. He lifted his head and glared at Mike with the biggest grin he’d ever manage to summon in his entire life.
“Wow,” Mike said.
“Your turn,” Jeff said, a smirk reaching his face. Mike couldn’t believe himself, but he swiftly jumped on his feet and unzipped his pants.
 “Holy shit!” Jeff yelled, in mild disbelief. “How is it so big!?” he questioned.
“It’s better for fucking,” he said. He began to experience the pleasure in all this. But another thought rushed to his mind too.
“Why is yours so small?” Mike asked. He regretted it instantly as he could see the embarrassment creep across his face, but not before shooting a sly glance at Mike.
They both laughed together as the sound of thunder slowly crept closer. Mike couldn’t hold it in any longer. He leapt from his seat and tackle
He leapt from his seat and tackled Jeff, hitting the stone cold floor, yelling “GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND AND PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS!” as he did leapt. Jeff did as he asked briskly.
“LICK THIS DICK!” Mike screamed.
“YES!!!” Jeff would scream back. He could hear footsteps approaching now. But he didn’t care. This was his moment.
 “YES DADDY!!!!” Mike would scream. The dissemination of the cacophonous shriek dilapidated the walls of the locker room, followed by more shouts of equal scale.
“HARDER!!” Jeff responded.
 “I THINK I CAN FEEL THE WALLS OF YOUR ANUS, MIKE!” he replied. The footsteps were closer now.
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He dissembled himself among the rows of lockers, resisting the urge to laugh at the homosexual occurrences unfolding in front of him. As the two boys continued to bash their hideously minuscule cocks together as to create a collision, Johnny, the boy viewing all this, made himself apparent.
“What the fuck!?” Johnny yelled. The two boys failed to register his remark of disgust, as their moans eclipsed even the loudest of shrieks released by Johnny. As Johnny continued for the door, the noise had stopped. He turned his head back, viewing both of the boys utterly lifeless, their eyes closed, yet still breathing. They had passed out, the sheer value of pleasure which had they both indulged in defeating them. A white coat of gelatinous substances engulfed both of their bodies.