/lit/ - Literature

>Be me 16 years old suddenly have the urge to go pee real bad.

>The guy next to me at the urinals was staring at my dick. A glance was enough to know that he was just looking, but once I had a glimpse of his face, I just fucking wanted to look some more. He's wearing a baseball cap and a plaid shirt, but his jeans are so tight, it's hard to tell if he's had any work done.

>I don't know if it's the lingering summer heat or the fact that I know he's looking, but I can't help but imagine what that would be like, having a body like that, all lean and tight and ready for sex. This guy's a good looking fucker, so I can't help but wonder if he's single or has some other plan to get his hands on me and do something to me.

>This bathroom was pretty empty. Everyone around here is pretty much on board with the school's drug-free policy, so theres a pretty tight little crowd. In fact, most of the bathrooms in this school were pretty empty, since it was the middle of the day and they were supposed to be in classrooms or on their lunch period. This one, however, was pretty full. At least fifteen or so guys were in here.

>This isn't normal. Normally, at a school like this, people will have to walk up and down the halls, looking for empty seats in classes and then standing outside the bathroom doors, hoping to get lucky. Here, all the doors have to be open for people to enter or leave. No chance of an accidental encounter, no chance of having a kid knock on your door, and no chance of getting caught in the middle of someone's business. This bathroom is really the only place where the average kid gets some alone time.

>The only trouble with this is the fact that there's this guy next to me. He asks, as he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket and offers it to me. You alright? He asks, yeah, sure I reply, taking it.

...Anonymous
02/11/22(Fri)08:56:28No.67382484

>It's a map, with a list of times and locations for parties that night. Even with a good night's sleep, I probably won't have time to do all the planning I would normally do, but at least I know where to start. No sense in coming to one party, and then finding that no one else is actually going.

>Besides, it's time to get this year's summer off of me. 'Hey' the guy says, while he hands me another paper and a pen. 'If you want some company, I'm up for it. He hands me a card, too. On the front is a picture of him , with blue jeans and a baseball shirt. On the back is a picture of his smiling face. On the card is the name Quentin and on the bottom is his number. He's only seventeen, but he looks like he's already well into manhood.

Post them pls frfr I need them no cap