Sights that shape us

Jesse walked along the darkened corridor toward his and Betsy’s shared bedroom. It had been so strange, to kneel down between Daniel’s knees and look up at the man and his exposed penis. There was something, in that mental image. In that memory. In the feel of rough carpet against his bare knees and the looming shadow of someone who suddenly seemed so much bigger than him. Who filled up the whole horizon of his focus.

He had held another man’s penis and felt it swell into excitement at the touch. Seen it grow to a size far beyond that which his own meagre offering ever reached. He had smelt the unmistakably-strong musk which came off of it and found it alien… but not repulsive. He had reached out his tongue and…

A bright red and boiling flush came into the teen’s cheeks, even though he was alone. He didn’t even know why he had agreed to do any of that. He’d just needed some way to prove to himself that he wasn’t what the card had said he was… That he wasn’t going to head off tomorrow and spend three years learning how to better…

The young man huffed and growled at himself, bunching his school skirt up into a tight knot then biting on his own fist. He hadn’t proven anything! In fact, just the opposite... He was more unsure than ever!

A flicker of moving light drew Jesse’s attention away from furious introspection, along with slightly muffled noises of exertion. A thin crack in a doorway showed that Whitney and Claire hadn’t closed their room properly. Tiptoeing closer, he began to be able to witness the scene unfolding inside:

Claire was half-on, half-off her bed. Still wearing her school shirt and tie, but stripped entirely from the waist down. One of her legs was lifted high into the air by a restraining hand while the other steadied her against the floor. In between these was Whitney, furiously pumping and panting. The girl had a fully-formed penis that put both Jesse’s and Daniel’s to shame, though no ball-sack dangled beneath it. That absence itself allowed the viewer to realise that she still had a vagina as well… a seamless provision of all sexual organs available. Jesse’s eyes bulged… he’d never even suspected… Whitney had always been a **** to be reckoned with, happy to scrap or joke with any of the Block H boys but…

Suddenly something Daniel had said earlier came back: ‘I wonder if you were supposed to bump into George or Whitney and…’. He stared at the gasping, moaning, shaking form of Claire as the smaller girl was driven into time and again by her overbearing roommate. Could that have been him, if not for the loving protection of Betsy? It had always confused him what the dynamic was between the near-silent little blonde and her ever-present, bullish companion. She had always been so passive, dragged around like a puppy by Whitney, yet also somehow… one of the only people who the typhoon of a young lady seemed to respect and listen to, on the rare occasions she did speak. Now here, yet more of it was laid out before him, without even the conscientiousness to be behind properly closed doors.

For just an instant, he thought he saw Claire’s eyes snap to him. Spotting the glint of his spying from the corridor. She seemed to stare straight at him for a second or two… but made no sign or sound that she had recognised him. Jesse’s blush came rushing back, and he hurried on to his own door. The vision he’d seen still scorched into the back of his eyelids.