By Zyngaru
zyngaru@ml1.net
Copyright 2022 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved
* * * * *A Boy Blackmailed
“Oh Ya! Pull your tee-shirt off. I want to see your naked chest.”
I pull my own tee-shirt off, as I watch the teenaged boy on my computer
screen take his shirt off. I do exactly what he does. He plays with
his nipples and so I play with mine. He rubs up and down his chest and
belly, so I rub my chest and belly.
“Ya! Ya! Go for it. Take those jeans off. Let me see your underpants.”
I do the same as the cute boy on my computer screen. I unbutton and
unzip my jeans and push them down to my ankles and step out of them. I
watch as he plays with his dick through his red bikini briefs. I play
with my own dick through my green briefs. We both get boners that push
out the front of our underpants.
“Take them off. Ya, pull them down and off.”
I follow his lead and push my briefs down and off. Once totally naked
we both stroke our boners, masturbating, trying to get that special
feeling. It doesn’t take me long to get to that place, but I have to
stop stroking until my dick calms down, because I am so horny. The boy
on my computer doesn’t have to stop he can keep stroking. I guess,
since I’m only thirteen, my dick gets excited faster than older boys,
like the one I’m watching this afternoon. I try and find a different
boy every day, so he’s fresh and more fun to jerk off with. When I see
him getting really close, I get stroking faster, so I can get there at
the same time as he does. My dick is straining to squirt, but I have
to hold it as long as I can, until the boy on my computer starts
squirting. Then I let go and we cum at the same time. He gets it all
over his belly and chest and so do I. Once he’s done; the video ends
and I’m left alone enjoying the orgasm I just had with a boy I don’t
know.
After I calm down, I open my bedroom door and look out
in the hallway to see if the coast is clear before making a mad dash
across the hall to the bathroom, where I take a long hot shower. Once
showered I go downstairs, still naked, to find a snack. I always get
hungry after jerking off. Now most teenaged boys don’t get out of bed
at nine in the morning on a Saturday, but I do for one very important
reason. My house is always empty at that time, so I can watch my jerk
off video, and then run around naked, without worrying about mom, dad
or my twelve year old sister catching me. The mail always arrives at
eleven and mom and my sister return home at noon. Dad gets home by one
in the afternoon. So, from nine in the morning until noon, I have the
house to myself. When they all get home is when I take off and go hang
out with friends, or just get away by myself and goof off.
Today, when I collect the mail, still naked, there’s a small package
addressed to me. There isn’t a return address, so I have no idea who
sent it. Now, being a boy and being curious, I rip open the package
and find a flash drive, a watch, black arm sleeves and a Batman mask
inside. Of course the first thing I do is slip on the mask and sleeves
and go look at myself in the mirror. It’s really cool. My entire head
is covered except for my mouth. My arms are covered from my wrists to
my elbows. I know it’s me in the mask, but I doubt anyone else would
recognize me. I still have an hour before anyone returns home, so I go
and stick the flash drive in my computer and open it. There’s a
message scrolling on my screen.
“Hello Zayden,
This is your new best friend.
I’ve been observing you for a few weeks.
Watch the video.
Watch all of it.
Then read the instructions at the end.
Make sure you follow them exactly.
I look forward to seeing more of you.
Your best friend.”
After a few seconds a video begins.
“Oh! Freaking! Monsters!” I yell out loud!
On the screen is a video of me jerking off to boy porn. It shows
everything from us stripping together, to us squirting together. It
even shows me relaxing naked afterward, with cum all over my body.
“Did you enjoy the video, Zayden?
I sure did.
As well as the other six videos I have of you.
You look awesome jerking off to porn.
Boy porn at that.
I wonder what your mom would think?
How do you think she would react?
How do you think your friends will react?
What about your teachers?
What about your sister and her friends?
What would happen if it ended up online for everyone to see?”
A short pause.
“Do I have your attention?”
“I thought so.”
“Zayden watching porn.
Zayden, watching boy porn.
Zayden jerking off to boy porn.
Zayden talking to boy porn stars.
Is Zayden gay?
Is he a sex fiend?
Does he like playing with his dick?
Does he like making videos of himself playing with his dick?”
Another pause.
“I bet I have your full attention now.”
I can’t believe this. Someone, somehow, took videos of me jerking
off. But how? I’m the only one home when I jerk off. I’m in my room
with the door closed. I quickly go back to the video to see what angle
it’s being shot from. It’s not from my computer camera. Thanks
goodness, because that would mean I’ve been hacked. It’s not from my
bedroom door. It’s not from my closet. It’s from my window. But how?
My room is upstairs and there isn’t a house anywhere near ours. I look
out my window and there’s the answer. There’s a tree out my window.
Someone must have climbed that tree to take the video. They zoomed it
close, so the window frame doesn’t show. But there’s no doubt that it
came from that direction.
I let the video play again and then finish reading the instructions at the end.
“So Zayden.
I bet you would like to keep this video
and the others that I have,
between you and me.
Right?”
“You got that right.” I say out loud to the video.
“We can do that.
You want to do that, right?
Well!
All you have to do is follow my simple instructions.
Do you think you can do that?
Let’s see if you can.
First instruction.
Put the watch on.”
There’s a pause.
“You haven’t put the watch on yet.
Do you want your mom getting a package in the mail?
No? Then put the watch on.”
How does he know I didn’t put the watch on? I have no idea, but I ain’t putting it on until I know everything.
“Very good. I see with a little encouragement that you can follow instructions.”
He doesn’t know. He’s guessing. He just figured I would do it, once he called me out on it.
“You will notice it’s a phone watch.
Like, one of those for little kids.
It only works for programed numbers.
But it works very well for getting texts.
You like texting don’t you?
I thought so.
I will be sending you lots of texts.”
There is another pause. I guess to give me time to digest this.
“Next. This watch also has GPS.
So the person controlling the watch,
Me,
Knows exactly where you are at all times.
I’ll also know if you’re wearing the watch or not.”
The thing is he doesn’t know, because I’m not wearing it and he thinks I am.
“First rule. Never take the watch off.
It has a sensor that lets me know if you take it off.
If you take it off, then I will know.
Then I’ll mail your mom a package.”
I look closely at the watch. It’s thicker than most watches and it has
a metal back, so it may very well have a sensor letting him know if I
take it off. Which mens he knows, that I haven’t put it on yet.
But it’s still a good thing I didn’t put the watch on. Once on, I
can’t take it off. I bet that’s part of the GPS, it lets you know if
it has been taken off, once it activates. I’ve just gotta be sure
about all this, before I activate the thing, because after that, he’ll
always know where I am.
“Don’t worry about the watch getting wet.
It’s waterproof, so you can take a shower.
No problem.
It’s also good in a swimming pool.
Just don’t dive down really deep.”
Another pause.
“Next rule. You will receive texts.
They will be random.
They will tell you where to go.
You will go there.
Simple right?”
That does sound pretty simple, actually.
“Just, go where the watch tells you to go.
After you get there, wait for the next text which will be just one word.”
“NOW.”
Another pause. Why would he send me a text just saying, Now?
“When you get that text,
You will strip naked and jerk off.
This is where the mask and sleeves come in.
You can wear the mask, so no one identifies you.
The sleeves cover up the watch, and look cool, so
no one connects the watch to you.
They also act as an antenna,
but you don’t need to worry about that,
You can also just drop your jeans and underpants,
To the ground, keeping your feet in them.
That way no one can grab them and
leave you stranded naked, with no clothes.”
OMG! He wants me to get naked out in public someplace. No way!
“Do you understand so far.
Simple. Jerk off where I send you.
In front of whoever is there.
Once you’ve jerked off,
you can put your clothes back on.
You can then take off.
You’re done until the next time.”
Done. Is this guy crazy. He wants me to jerk off in front of people and then I’m done!
“Final rule.
You can’t tell anyone about any of this.
If you tell someone, or fail to follow the instructions,
Your mother, your friends, everyone you know,
will receive a package, with a flash drive in it.”
No way can I let that happen. My life will be ruined if anyone sees that video.
“Okay buddy.
Relax for awhile.
Expect your first text this afternoon.
So, if you’ve been trying to play, SMART ASS,
and haven’t put the watch on yet,
Then if it isn’t on by the time your dad gets home,
I will drop a package in the mailbox.
Then it’s too late to do anything about it.
That’s all.
I look forward to seeing a lot of you.
End message.”
“Oh! One more thing.
I bet you’re asking yourself,
Why me?
The answer is simple.
Why not you?
Bye.”
Okay. This is too weird. What am I going to do? He hasn’t given me
much time to figure this out. Mom’s due home any minute and dad will
be home shortly after that. I have to figure out something and fast,
or I’ll have no choice but to do what he says.
“Zayden, we’re home.”
Oh heck. Mom and Shelby are home. I quickly pick up the clothes that
I had strewn all over the room and put them on. I yank the flash drive
out of my computer and stick it in my pocket along with the Batman mask
and sleeves. Without even thinking, I grab the watch off my desk and
put it on. It’s not until I get a text that I realize what I did.
Incoming text: “Hi Zayden. I hope you like the watch. Your best friend.”
Oh double heck. He knows, I have the watch on, now. I wish whoever
invented these kid’s smart watches would be sent to the “Bog of Eternal
Stench.
“Zayden. Come on down. I brought KFC home for lunch.”
“Okay mom. On my way.”
I try to enjoy lunch. I love KFC chicken, but my mind is on what’s
going to happen this afternoon, so I can’t stop looking at the clock.
I think about just coming clean with mom and tell her everything. But
then, she’s going to want to see the sites I’ve been going to. No way,
can I let her see those sites. They do a whole lot more than just jerk
off. I would totally die if my mom saw the videos, of guys face deep
into another guys balls sucking his dick. Nope. No matter what, I
don’t want mom seeing those videos. This guy probably has me jerking
off to those videos too.
“I smell chicken.”
Dad’s
home. It’s one o’clock. I can get my text anytime now. I’ve lost my
appetite. After three pieces of chicken, I have to get out of the
house and go for a ride. I grab my bike out of the garage and ride
down the street. I’m not really heading anywhere, just away from
everyone, so I can think. I need to find a way out of this.
Incoming text: “Sports Park. Soccer field. Stand within twenty feet of field.”
This is it. My location. Can I do this? Do I have a choice?
I ride my bike to the sports park. It’s out and away from town, all by
itself. On this end are two baseball diamonds. There’s a game in
progress on one of the fields. I ride past them on the dirt road back
to the football and soccer fields. The football field is empty, but
the soccer field has a dozen boys playing soccer on it. It’s not a
regulation game just some neighborhood boys who got together to play.
They look to be around ten to twelve-year-old boys. They ARE all
boys. Thank goodness for small favors. I ride my bike over to the
trees and leave it there, and walk toward the soccer field. I reach
inside my pocket and pull out the Batman mask and put it on. Then I
slide the black sleeves on, covering the watch. When I get within
twenty feet of the field, I bend over like I’m looking for something in
the grass. So far, none of the boys are paying me any attention. I
want to keep it that way. So, I just wander around as if I’m looking
for something. The watch vibrates, so I pull back the sleeve to read
the message.
Incoming text: “NOW!”
The guy making me
do this has to be around here someplace. Or does he? This watch has
GPS. He knows exactly where I am, even if he isn’t watching me. I
stand up with my back to the boys playing soccer. Hopefully I can do
this without them seeing me.
I make sure the sleeve is back in
place covering the watch. I sure don’t want to be recognized by
someone remembering the watch. I pull my tee-shirt up over my head and
off. I bend down to put it under my shoe, so no one can take it, just
in case the boys do come over here. I here voices, that aren’t game
voices behind me?
“Hey. What’s he doing?”
“I have no idea. Your free kick.”
I listen and it seems they are going on with their game. It’s now or
never. I unfasten my jeans. No belt, just snap and zipper. The boys
are yelling but not at me, but at each other as the game goes on, so I
quickly lower my jeans down to my ankles.
“What the HECK! Look over there.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Looks like he’s getting naked.”
“Let’s go see.”
I force myself to lower my boxer-briefs down to the ground with my jeans and stand up totally naked.
“He’s naked.”
“I can see his ass.”
I grab my soft dick, and begin stroking it, hoping it will go hard
fast. It’s then that the boys arrive and surround me watching me play
with my dick.
“Why are you naked?”
“Why you playing with your dick?”
“Why don’t you answer us?”
“I bet he’s doing a dare!”
“Ya. And he can’t tell no one.”
“Ya, just like when you made me run around the neighborhood naked on our last sleep over.”
“You did that?
“Had too. I lost at strip poker and Mark made me do it for my forfeit.”
The whole time they are talking, they are watching me try to get hard.
It ain’t happening. I’m so embarrassed, that my dick won’t get hard.
This always happens when I get embarrassed. I can’t even pee at a
urinal, if someone else is there, because my dick goes all shy on me.
“He can’t get hard.”
“Why not? I sure am!”
“Prove it!”
“Here. In the open?”
“He’s naked. So prove you’re hard. I dare you.”
“If I do, you have to.”
“Deal.”
Then to my surprise this one boy drops his shorts and briefs and sure
enough he has a boner. It’s small but he has one. Just seeing it, my
dick starts swelling up.
“Okay. You see mine. Time for me to see yours.”
The other boy drops his shorts and briefs but his dick is soft.
“You ain’t got a boner. You gotta get a boner like me.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“Guys what do you say?”
“He’s gotta get a boner.”
“See. Play with it and get a boner.”
I watch as the boy with the soft dick starts playing with it and sure enough his little pecker starts growing. Mine is too.
“Look the naked guy is getting a boner and it’s way bigger than ours.”
“I bet him seeing your stiffies, made his grow.”
“What would happen if we all showed him our stiffies.”
“Let’s do it and find out.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Kyle!”
He looks really anxious for some reason.
“You gotta do it. The rest of us are doing it. You don’t want to be a chicken do you?”
“No, but I don’t want to get nakie out here.”
“We’re all doing it, so you have to.”
Sure enough every boy but one drops his shorts and undies and plays
with his dick in front of me. Mine is raging hard now. Just seeing
all those little boners, has turned my big boner on. It’s not long
before I’m humping the air in front of me.
“Look out. He’s going to shoot.”
“What do you mean?”
“His boner is going to shoot white stuff out. I’ve seen my brother do it, when he didn’t know I was watching.”
The boys step back, as I get closer and closer to my climax. They
totally forget about playing with their little boners and watch me go
mad, humping up on my toes and then coming back down to go back up
again. Then it happens. I squirt out in front of me and the boys gasp
in sheer wonder at what they’re seeing. I squirt more times than I
usually do. I guess having a live audience is better. As soon as I’m
done, I quickly pull my underwear, and jeans back up and grab my tee
shirt, as I go running for the trees, leaving the boys still standing
there with their dicks sticking out. As soon as I get to my bike, I
take off and ride away as fast as I can. As soon as I’m away from
people, I remove the mask and sleeves, and put them in my pocket. I
then ride along, as if nothing ever happened.
When I get home, I go straight to my room and collapse on my bed.
I can’t believe I actually got naked and jerked off outside and in
front of a group of boys. What really shocks me is that they showed me
their dicks. They thought I was doing a dare. Heck, they even
admitted they do dares and go around naked at night. I wish I knew
where they lived. I would be watching for them. The adrenaline is
still rushing through my body, just thinking about what I did.
Incoming text: “Simple right. Next time a little harder.”
He knows I’m home from looking at the GPS data. I wonder if he
actually watched me? I didn’t see anyone but the boys that stripped
off with me. But then, there was the one boy who didn’t get naked. I
wonder if he’s the one? I’m thinking he’s probably twelve? It might
be him. He was there, so he could have sent me a message to come
there. He would’ve had to send the “NOW” text while playing, but since
I wasn’t watching the boys, he could have done that.
He
said next time will be harder. So much for just having to do this
once. I fall asleep on my bed only to be awakened by my sister letting
me know supper is ready.
I go all week reliving my naked
experience. Every time I do, my dick gets hard and I end up jerking
off to those memories. Every day. I worry about receiving a new text.
The last text said the next one is going to be harder and that worries
me.
The next Saturday, when I hear my mom and sister pull out
of the driveway, I get up and turn on my computer intending to continue
my normal Saturday routine. As my computer is booting up. I go and pee
and then take a quick shower. Just as I walk back into my bedroom, the
watch vibrates.
Incoming text: “Go to the same place as last time.”
Heck, it’s only 9:30 in the morning. Why so early? And why back
there? Surely those boys won’t be back there again today. But then I
don’t have a choice, if those boys are back then they are back. I
decide to dress lighter this time. No need for underwear since I’ll be
pulling them down, so I put on a jogging suit as well as my sneakers,
making sure to slip the Batman Mask and sleeves in my pocket. Now
casually dressed, I go to the garage and get my bike.
The ride
to the sports park doesn’t take long and when I get there, I can see
about a dozen kids on the soccer field, but other than them, the place
is empty. I ride back to the back, noticing these aren’t the same
kids. Definitely not. These are middle school kids. Kids I go to
school with. Not only that, there are six girls and six boys and I
know most of them, which means they know me. My stomach is churning in
fear. What if they recognize me? I park my bike in the same spot as
before. I put on the Batman mask and sleeves, before walking over to
the same spot where I jerked off last Saturday.
“There he is.”
“I told you if we keep coming, he’ll show up again.”
“Looks like you were right.”
“Ya, my little brother said he’s doing dares, so that meant he would come back sooner or later for his next dare.”
“Ya, that’s what my brother said too.”
“So, should we go over there now or wait?”
“I say, wait. If we go before he gets naked, he might just leave.”
“I agree. We should wait.”
From what I’m hearing, the boys from last week, went home and told
their siblings about what they saw me do and they decided to find out
for themselves and here they are. Now, how the guy who is making me do
this, knew about this happening, I have no idea. I see no reason to
turn my back to them. I just stare at them, as they stare back at me.
At first, I don’t think any of these teenagers could be the
one controlling me because I don’t see any phones, but all that changes
when I see a girl pull out her phone and take a photo of me. Once she
did, they all do. All these kids have phones and are taking photos of
me. So, it could be any of them controlling me.
“So, when’s it supposed to happen?”
“I don’t know. My brother said, he was here for some time before he did it before. So, maybe he has a certain time to do it.”
“Well, I want to see his wiener.”
“We all do Donna, but we have to wait.”
Incoming text: “Now.”
Oh my goodness. It’s time. In front of a girl in my algebra class. A
boy and girl in my history class. Two girls in my home room. And a
boy in my gym class. He’s the one I’m worried most about seeing me
naked, because he sees me naked in the showers at school. He might
recognize my dick. Well too late to worry now. It’s show time.
I unzip and pull off my jogging jacket off and lower my sweats, exposing my most private parts to all of them.
“He’s naked.”
“Lets go.”
They all come running with cameras in hand. These kids aren’t just taking photos but are making videos of me.
Me, I’m standing there like an idiot playing with my pecker, trying to get it to grow. Nothing is happening.
“Isn’t it supposed to do something.”
“Ya, Karen, it’s supposed to get hard.”
“Ya, he should have a boner like the rest of us.”
“Max. You got a boner?”
“Of course I do, who wouldn’t have one, seeing a naked guy playing with his dick like this.”
“Then why doesn’t he have one?”
“I don’t know. I would ask him, except he can’t talk doing a dare. My brother told me that.”
“Ya, Mine did too.”
“Wait a minute. Let me call Kyle and see if he knows why this guy ain’t getting a boner.”
Oh great. Kyle. The one boy that didn’t get naked and play with himself. They are calling him.
“Kyle. He’s here and nakers, but he ain’t getting hard.”
“What. You guys did what?”
“Thanks.”
“So Alice, what did Kyle say?”
“He said, that they got him erected by pulling their shorts and undies down and getting boners in front of him.”
“Kyle said he did that?”
“No. He didn’t, but all the other boys did and when they got boners this guy got a boner and squirted all over the place.”
“My brother never told me that he did that.”
“Neither did mine.”
“So, what are we going to do, if this guy can’t get hard without seeing other boys hard too?”
“Boys. That’s simple. You are going to have to drop your clothes and play with your own dicks.”
“No way. Donna.”
“Why? You afraid of us seeing you naked?”
“Of course we are, silly.”
“Then us girls will get behind you, so we can’t see nothing important , but you can show him your boners.”
“Guys, I don’t like this.”
“Me either Max, but what else are we going to do if this guy can’t get a boner.”
“I guess we have to. But I’m not getting completely naked. I’ll just
pull my dick out and play with it and see if that works.”
“I guess, I can do that, as long as the girls stay behind us so they don’t see anything.”
“We promise boys. We aren’t here to see you. We want to see him.”
“Okay I guess. I’ll do it, if you other guys do it.”
Hesitantly, the boys spread out in front of me with the girls right
behind them. I watch in shock as the boys begin unfastening their
jeans and pull out their boners and every one of them has a boner. No
sooner than my penis sees those boners, it begins to swell up.
Now for me this is utterly humiliating. Being naked and having to jerk
off in front of people is bad enough, but for my dick to only work when
it sees other boy’s dicks is humiliating.
“It’s working. He’s getting hard.”
“I wonder why his dick only works when he sees naked boys?”
“Duh! Jackson.”
“Oh! You mean he’s that!”
Okay, now it’s going to go around that I’m gay and can only get hard when boys are around.
Naked boys at that.
The boys are playing with their boners with one hand and videoing me
with the other. The girls are all videoing me as I get more and more
excited and soon humping like crazy.
“What’s he doing?”
“He’s jerking and is about to squirt. Linda.”
“How do you know.”
“All boys do that before they squirt.”
“You boys jerk off and squirt like him?”
“Smart Frank. Announce to the world that we jerk off.”
As they’re chatting and staring, I’m losing all control. My orgasm is
fast approaching and then it happens, as I shoot rope after rope of cum
out into the air in front of me. They’re all staring in shock and I
take that moment to pull on my jogging suit and take off running. I’m
on my bike and riding fast, before they realize I’m no longer there.
I no sooner get home and into my room than my phone rings.
“Hey Zayden, this is Linda. You’ll never guess what I saw this morning.”
Linda is one the girls in my home room class. We are friends and chat
occasionally. I think she wants to be more than friends, but it’s
difficult to tell with girls, what they want from you.
“No idea Linda.”
“Batman, Zayden. Me and some other kids saw naked Batman play with his wiener.”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No. For real. You want to see the video?”
To stay safe, I have to play dumb, because if anyone suspects that Batman is me, my life in this town is over.
“Sure. You sending it to me?”
“Heck no. I’ll be over in a few minutes and you can see it for yourself.”
She no sooner hangs up than I go into panic mode. Okay, I have to
change clothes, I don’t want her seeing me in the same clothes as
Batman. I kick my sneakers under my bed and change my jogging suit to
something completely different. I pull on my blue and white stripped
boxer-briefs, and then some dark blue shorts. I pull on a simple white
tee-shirt to complete my outfit. I take a quick look in the mirror and
I indeed look totally different from Batman. I’m no sooner changed
than the doorbell rings. I take the stairs two at a time.
When I open the door, it isn’t Linda. It’s Alice the other girl from
my home room, who I think also likes me, more than just as friends.
“Zayden you just gotta see this video.”
“Batman naked playing with himself?”
“Ya, how did you know?”
“Linda called me and she’s on her way over to show me.”
Before Alice even steps into my house, Linda, rides up on her bike.
“Hey Alice. You showing Zayden the Batman video too?”
Incoming text: “See that wasn’t so hard. I bet the girls liked seeing you. Don’t worry about the videos. Until next time.”
Alice asks. “Anything important?”
“Nah. Just a text from a friend.”
Linda approaches and speaks to Alice.
“Ya, I guess, if I knew you were coming here too, I would have went to Daryl’s house to show him.”
“We can show Zayden together and then go to Daryl’s house.”
“Kewl.”
“Well follow me to the kitchen and you can both show me, while I get us drinks.”
“What about your parents?”
“They’re out and won’t be back until noon.”
“Kewl.”
As I get them a soda out of the fridge Alice starts her video.
“Something’s wrong. Try your’s Linda.”
“Mine is all fuzz and static.”
“So’s mine.”
“What about your photos?”
“Black. All of them. Just black. No Batman.”
“Mine too!”
At first I’m puzzled, because I saw all of them taking photos and
videos. So, how could both girls cameras not work? Then I remembered
my text. It told me not to worry about the videos. But how? Now
isn’t the time to figure out that puzzle. Now is the time to throw the
girls off the scent of trying to find out who Batman is, which has to
be why they’re going around showing that video to guys instead of other
girls.
I look at them skeptically.
“So, you say you saw Batman and took a video of him.”
“We did and he got naked and jerked off and everything.”
“But for some reason you don’t have photos or video to prove it.”
“But we did have it.”
“Sounds like UFO stuff to me.”
“It’s not. We saw him jerk off and Frank said all boys do that. Do you do it?”
Okay. Yes, all us boys do it, but we don’t like to admit it, especially to girls.
“Well. Um. Boys don’t like to talk about that.”
“So you do it, but don’t want to talk about it.”
Leave it to Linda to connect the dots.
“Show us?”
“No way!”
“Batman showed us. Now we want to compare you to him.”
“That ain’t happening.”
“We’ll see. But for now, we gotta check with everyone else, to see if they got a good video.”
They leave and I just dodged a bullet. I re-read the text. Don’t
worry about the videos. Then I remember he said the sleeves were
antennae. Antennae for what? The watch. It has to be for the watch.
But what about the watch? It’s thicker than regular watches. Could it
have some kind of jamming device in it and the sleeves amplify the
jamming? Way too much science stuff for me to figure out.
I
only know, that next time will be even more humiliating, because this
guy is upping the game each time. But for now, I can relax.
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