Catching him sneaking off for sex

"Dear Gary, I have a confession to make." Bernie's note began.

"I skipped class and followed you last Tuesday when I was feeling bored and lonely. I didn't want to bother you, so I just tagged along while you went through the lower woods on campus. I thought I'd lost you, and I turned back to go to the library when I saw Stuart's van parked at the end of a service road. I knew he'd lent it to you, so I walked up to see why it was parked in such a remote place. When I looked in the window, I saw you naked, aroused, and sexually engaged. I stayed long enough to be sure it was you. Long enough to see you smile a big smile when you came."

"I feel bad about violating your privacy, but I'm hurt that you didn't tell me that I wasn't the only center of your sex life.

"My feelings are in a whirl. I've tried to act normal because I still love you and I didn't know what to do. But I've come down to this. I'm hurt and shocked, but I still love you. I still loved you while I watched through the window, and my heart felt good when you came. It turned me on to watch you doing it. I don't ask that you stop for my sake. But you can't hide it from me, and you can't leave me out."

"Always tell me. And next time I'll be there with you."

"From my heart to yours, Bernie."

There was a P.S. under another sealed fold. Gary opened it.

"P.S.: Mom says it's OK to do it at our house."

Gary looked up at Bernie's mom Joyce, nude and slightly sweaty from her recent self-supplied orgasm. She looked at him with an even, friendly gaze. Gary's own dick drooped, wet at the tip from his own "hand-off."

"Oh," he said.

Joyce smiled. "It's not a crime," she said. "Not in every state, anyway."

His mind flashed back to that afternoon when Bernie had caught him indulging his illicit passion.