Trying to make sense of it all.

Jerry was not sure what to think of what just happened. On one hand, someone jacked him off with a rather nice ass. On the other hand, it was a dude, and Jerry was not gay. This was rather a moral and theological problem he had to work out. He had no intention of doing anything with anyone else's dick.

Which should make him straight as an arrow, but on the other hand, letting other people use their bodies to pleasure his dick should be fine, but what if other dudes use their bodies to get his dick off? Did that make him gay by default if he allowed it to happen? He did not expect to have to figure out the boundaries of gayness this late in the afternoon, but here he was.

He knew he had to figure this out as he had noticed the way the blacks at school were bending over for him. The random guy earlier might not be the only one that wanted use his ass on Jerry's dick. Jerry was broken out of his circling and **** thoughts by his TV as it suddenly went up in volume from whatever it had been playing before.

He'd just turn it on as he came into his room, not thinking about watching anything, just turning the TV on out of habit. Now it was giving him emergency news about some new heroine that had just saved the day. As he watched the news footage of the fight, he started staring at the ass of the heroine, not out of lust but out of recollection. He was pretty sure that was the same ass he had seen running away after it had been used to jack him off.

Did that mean he was she? Or was he just pretending to be a he to cover up his identity better? Jerry was finding himself even deeper down the rabbit hole, as he now had to consider he might not have ever done anything with a man and, in fact, had done something with a woman, or had he done something with a man who thought he was a woman?

This was becoming very complicated and convoluted. Eventually he was brought out of his thoughts by the call to dinner. So he ate with his parents, focusing more on the food than conversation. When asked, he told them it was the usual average day and all the usual details until dinner was over. He then went back to his room and went back to trying to figure the whole gay situation out.

He sat there a while trying to figure it out. Eventually he decided he had to get moving and hope the answers would come to him as his body moved. So he snuck out of his home and began jogging around the neighborhood, doing lap after lap. Not coming to any answer but finding himself forgetting the questions.

Though as he kept jogging, something began to watch him. Pure white eyes seemed transfixed on watching his every move. As the eyes followed Jerry, the shadows got deeper and more sinister. Jerry didn't notice this, too lost in his jog to fully notice his surroundings or anything else he made turns at.

The shadows kept getting deeper and more sinister with each lap. The shadows begin to move as if they would swallow Jerry if he took a step on one of them. Jerry didn't notice this and was about to step in one such shadow when his own smell stopped him, and he began to realize how long he'd been at this and how exhausted he was.

"Time to head home Jerry you've been at this too long." Jerry told himself and did a one-eighty, heading straight back home. The shadows began to move as if they were going to grab him, then they stopped and settled back down. The eyes that had been watching shook themselves and then disappeared into the sinister shadows that disappeared as well as if they had never been. So it was that Jerry dodged something, but what?