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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; Wally, During Senior Year In High School
Wally? Well, yes, I think he enjoys this
unusually warm weather streak that has
settled over us. The high school us well
air conditioned, so no one need fear a
heat stroke. Classes continue as scheduled:
homework must still be submitted timely.
Let me tell you what Wally did after
yesterday's dismissal bell, and then he
continued it this morning before first
class. Yesterday, he slipped his brand new black
loafers off in class. His feet were sheathed in
gleaming white socks. Before we walked home, he
put the shoes into his locker, then pulled
his shirt off and hung that neatly on the
hook in the locker. Then he walked home with
us: the sunlight kissed his bared torso, and
the sidewalk caressed and sole-grimed his socks.
Despite societal expectations,
and inhibitions imposed upon me
by my stern parents, I became very
aroused, and very eager to enjoy
intimacy with him. When we arrived
at his house, his family were absent
(a note left for him stated that they would
return late that night). He invited me
to stay with him a while and, seated on
the couch with him after he served me fresh
lemonade, we exchanged ardent kisses
and caresses; and, for his pleasure, I
assumed the position we called Beaver.
After a little while, we both released
large quantities of sweetness---almost
at the same time, before a long session
of cuddling on his bed. Then, this morning,
he came into school shoeless and shirtless,
but produced a shirt to wear---although his
loafers remained in the locker where he
had left them. None of our teachers noticed;
but I could not take my eyes off him, and
I looked at him with poets have called
the StarGaze . . .
Starward
