It hadn't been a trick of the light.It hadn't been a trick of the light. His posture was terrible, she noted instantly, almost mechanically. He had slumped against a wall, his shoulder bearing most of his weight, one leg locked, one balanced on his toes. His hands seemed to flutter around him; his head moved in lazy arcs as his eyes roamed the room, as if he were looking for signs of movement. She looked at his penis hanging down, swaying slightly as he shifted his weight. She realized with a start that this could be no true child of the wild - he was circumcised. He had been born in a hospital then; he had a name, perhaps forever lost, but he had one. She put both hands on the glass beside her face to steady herself. She could not look away from him. His hands were flitting about his chest, touching it lightly, seeming almost to scratch it. Her face reddened as she noticed that his cock was beginning to fill out, the shaft lengthening slightly, the meaty head darkening. For a moment the boy seemed unaware of his erection, then seized it with both hands and held it straight out from his body. He was breathing through his mouth; she could hear its rasp through the audio pickup. A long, thin strand of saliva crept from the corner of his mouth and he caught it in one hand, slathering it over the head of his cock. He pulled at his swollen shaft mercilessly, grunting, pushing its length through one hand and into the grasping other. His hips bucked and his heavy balls swayed like pendulums as he masturbated the absurd length and breadth of his meat. Her hands seemed to move up to her breasts under their own volition. They had grown in her awareness, just as the boy's cock had grown in his hand. She fingered them through the warm silk of her blouse, through the sensible white lace bra she wore. She was repulsed by the disgusting sight of this boy, little more than an animal, stroking his cock feverishly, pulling it, slapping his balls against his thighs with his rough movements, stopping only to put one hand into his mouth to salivate on his fingers and then return them to the engorged head of his cock, making it glisten. She was repulsed, and yet fascinated. She thought of that swollen cock, how hot it would be to the touch, the elastic feel of the spongy mass of its cleft head, the hard veined shaft, the immense heaviness of his swaying balls. |