Note: This story was originally put in another category, but the Voyeur category is more appropriate. As with all stories, if this is not your thing, don't waste your time reading it. You know what it's about since you are in this particular section.
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It was an ordinary Friday night in an ordinary Indiana small town. The big plan for almost everyone's evening was to attend the high school basketball game between local rivals. The gym would be packed tonight as the two teams battled it out on the floor. Small town excitement is pretty limited. In fact, Michael had thought about just staying home. He didn't go to the games because he necessarily cared about who won. He just liked the social aspect of it. But, he had just earned his driver's license the day before, so driving to the game alone was long awaited freedom. The thought of staying home would never have entered his mind if he had known how this night would change his life forever.
He met Brad and Kevin outside the opponent's gym, and they all walked in together. Sure enough, the gym was bright, crowded and loud. The band played and the fans cheered. The three friends made their way to the area where their team's section was. Shelly, Kevin's girlfriend in her cheerleader outfit, spotted them and waved. She ran up the steps to them long enough to tell Kevin that she didn't have to ride the bus back, so she was free to ride with him. Shelly was a nice girl and really cute. But Michael didn't understand why Kevin wanted to tie himself down like that. They had all just turned 18 a few months ago, and it was time to fly a little.
Brad leaned over and yelled to the other two that he had a cousin who lived in the rival town, and he wanted to go find him. He asked if Michael and Kevin wanted to go with him. Kevin declined, knowing that Shelly always liked him to stay and watch her cheer during the games. Michael nodded and said he would go.
As they walked around to the other side of the gym Brad told Michael how Jake was older than them but had always offered Brad the opportunity to come over and hang with him and his friends when he got his license. The two finally found Jake, who was much older than Michael anticipated. He had to be 23 or 24. He was definitely old enough to buy them beer, which made Michael very glad he had come over to meet him. Jake reached out and gave Brad a big bear hug, and they began a conversation that could not be heard by Michael because the crowd was so loud. Brad gestured towards Michael and Jake looked over and nodded his head in introduction. They talked for a few more minutes, and Brad turned around and he and Michael maneuvered the crowd to get to an open area.
"Jake said a group of his friends are going over to one of his friends' houses after the game and said we could follow him out there if we wanted to go," said Brad, excitedly. "Do you want to go?"
"I don't know," Michael said reluctantly. "I don't know those people. Wouldn't feel comfortable."
"Come on," he begged. "How often will we get the chance to go to a party like this."
"I didn't think it was a party," Michael replied, dryly. "Thought they were just going to a friend's house."
"You know it's bound to be a party. At least you know they'll have beer."
That was pretty much all the convincing it took. They made their way back over to where Kevin dutifully watched Shelly's high kicks and flips. Brad told Kevin about the offer, but Kevin said Shelly had to be home early tonight, and he wanted to make sure the two of them were alone for a while. Michael looked at Shelly and tried to imagine what Kevin would see when they were alone. He was hard instantly. He'd never fucked a girl before, but he thought about it. A LOT. He wondered what her pussy must look like, feel like, taste like. She had small breasts and a nice body. Yeah, Michael thought he would definitely fuck her if given the chance. Then she turned to whisper to one of the other cheerleaders and they dissolved into teenage girl giggles. Nope, he thought. He had just changed his mind. He couldn't stand the immature crap from teenage girls. Even though she was 18, she still acted like a kid. Maybe that's why he'd never got laid. He just couldn't stomach the girls before or after the sex act. He went soft fairly easily and watched the rest of the ball game.
As everyone filed out of the gymnasium at the sound of the final buzzer, Michael made his way to his car, walking alongside Brad, who was watching anxiously to find his cousin. He pulled on Michael's sleeve as he spotted Jake.
"Hey, Jake!" yelled Brad.
Jake held his hand in the air. "Hey, bud, just follow me out to Paul's house. Gotta swing by the liquor store on my way."
Michael felt kind of out of place as he pulled into the driveway behind Brad. He didn't know these people and didn't really care to. There were vehicles in the driveway, but not as many as he had expected. As they walked into the house, he saw people in the living room laughing, talking and watching a ballgame on tv. Michael scanned the crowd quickly. Mostly a bunch of guys just hanging out, some had their girlfriends with them. Jake introduced them to Paul, who offered them a seat and something to drink. They were all talking about a concert they had been to the weekend before. Michael started to loosen up, as all the people seemed genuinely friendly and just interested in hanging out together. As they talked, Michael was able to pick up on some of their names. Matt, obviously Paul's best friend, was loud and crazy. His girlfriend, Tammy, was sitting with him, but seemed detached and reclusive. Gerry seemed moody and quiet. He sat with his girlfriend, Donna, who seemed just as quiet. Ron seemed even crazier than Matt. Ron had a girl with him, Shannon, but Michael could tell it was just a one night thing with them.
The only other female in the room was Lynn, Paul's girlfriend. Michael could tell there was something different about her and Paul. They laughed and joined in conversation with the others, but Paul had her hand in his, and they were often looking at each other and smiling. There was something more private about them. In a room full of people, they could look at each other and share something just between them. And one of them was always touching the other, constantly. Michael assessed they had probably been together for a while, and were by far, the most serious couple in the room.
The evening wore on. People were coming and going and this seemed pretty common for Paul's house. Michael and Brad talked with Jake and got to know some of the other buddies with him. It was all pretty comfortable. When the ballgame ended, a late night show came on, and that seemed to be the cue for a lot of people to leave. Brad asked Michael if he was ready to leave, but Jake told them to stick around for a while and threw them each another beer. Michael excused himself to go to the bathroom, but someone was already using it. He stood in the hallway and waited. He could see Paul and Lynn sitting on the couch. Paul had his arm around her shoulder, and she had her head on his chest. Paul bent his head over and kissed her on top of the head. She looked up at him and he kissed her on the lips. Then he stood up and pulled her up on her feet. Paul put his arm around her, and they started walking toward Michael. They excused themselves as they squeezed by Michael in the hallway, walked into the bedroom and closed the door. The door to the bathroom opened and Michael entered and closed the door. He felt weird knowing that Paul and Lynn were probably having sex just on the other side of the wall. Michael finished up and was just about to turn the knob to walk out when he heard something. He stopped and listened closer. It was definitely Paul; and he was moaning and talking in a low voice. He couldn't make out exactly what was being said but he knew if they weren't fucking, they would be soon. He heard Paul say something about her mouth. Oh fuck, Michael thought, she's giving him a blow job. His cock twitched. Michael quickly unzipped his jeans, just to touch himself for a moment. He tried to listen more intently as he stroked himself through his boxers.