For Free {gay/shota/onlookers}

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“Shhh, and stay low,” Cam told me as she held my hand and pulled me towards the bridge. She hadn’t told me what she was taking me to see, but she said it was something I would want to see. So I let her lead me. All the way to the edge of town and the Miller Bridge.

“We have to crawl from here,” she tells me as she goes down first. I understand now, why she insisted that I wear jeans. I got down on my knees and followed her through some tall grass, around some bushes and into a small thicket of trees that told me that we were now at the edge of the wood lands.

We stopped for a moment and I held back asking why since talking would seem to go against the fact that we’re trying to go unnoticed.

I had just killed an ant that looked like it wanted to bite me when Cam started to move again. Soon I found myself crawling into a low, leaf covered shelter that had at least one sleeping bag as the floor. It was big enough for at least 4 people to sit or lay down in, but not tall enough for anyone to stand unless they were under 4 feet tall.

Cam pointed to the thin window, and I looked out to finally see what it was that she brought me all this way for. I was expecting to see something that was easily spooked, like a family of deer or fairies. What I saw was all too normal. A girl in a slip of a red dress, leaning against the bridge like she was playing hide and seek, and she was counting down to seek out her friends. Except she wasn’t counting, as far as I could hear, and I didn’t see or hear any other kids around.

After about 30 seconds I thought that maybe she was sick. Other than slide down the wall a bit more so her ass was pushed out, she hadn’t moved. Two more minutes later I turned to Cam and opened my mouth to ask her what was going on, she raised a finger to her lips before pointing back at the window. I looked at her questionably, but she just jabbed her finger in the direction of the opening. Grudgingly I turned back and saw that someone else was now there. It was an older guy and he was keeping his distance as he looked at her.

I looked to the girl to see if see had noticed him. Her head had turned and she was looking at him, but otherwise hadn’t moved.

“Jodie sent me,” he said as he continued to watch her without stepping closer. A second or two later the girl stood up and away from the wall. She didn’t turn around, but lifted her dress. I couldn’t believe that she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. I continued to watch as she hooked her fingers into panties and pulled them down.

When she lifted her dress up and leaned against the wall, I saw something I didn’t expect. A penis. It was a boy in a dress. The whole scene just got more of my attention.

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Due to Tumblr's new ban on NSFW work aka porn, I'm copying over my stories with the pictures.

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