I'm shy I suppose. Especially where other boys are concerned. My arms and legs are now covered in fine dark hairs. They match my head I suppose, colou...r-wise. I’ve got really thick, dark brown hair. I'm trying to have it cut in a more modern style. Mum hates it though. I reach down and give my cock another yank, just to help it catch up with the rest of me. Still, I like the boxers. They make my fuzzy arse look pert from the rear, being that much too small, and my insubstantial package more. She also introduced me to her cousins. It was all going very normal until one day. One day me and her were travelling on my bike. I picked her up from her place while going to the Institute. On the way, we met with an accident. My bike skid and we fell. Though we didn’t sustain any major injuries, Divya’s hand and legs had bruises. Also her denims got torn. I took her to a nearby hospital where she was given necessary medical treatment and we left the hospital after half an hour. She told me to. I heard my friends talk about him. I saw women glance at him. I even caught him checking out a woman's ass once in a while. I wonder if he ever touches other women. My stomach twitches, and to my horror it's not just disgust at the thought. I catch the look of the older gentleman sitting on a table across the room. Does he have a wife? Does he have a daughter who knows he looks at teenagers like that?I have to excuse myself from the table. I pass by my admirer on the way to the ladies' room. My. She turned once, watching her curves in the mirror. Not perfect, but he seems to think I'm good enough so...She shook the negativity from her mind, quite literally, and turned again. She looked over her shoulder behind her, into the mirror. She dropped her arms to her sides and stood up on her toes, flexing her legs and watching her gluts tighten. She giggled and nearly fell, startled by a low voice from the door. "What's so funny?" He slowly pushed the door open and looked at her, with the.