The Shadows of the Night - 10. Chapter 10 - Wet and Wild

“Come on, my cute little ting!”

The guy’s voice booms out, and I’m standing there, proper lost, my stomach twisting up like a knot. It’s weird, fam, some next-level vibe I can’t clock. Kamel’s right next to me, sipping his Coke like it’s all standard, chill as fuck, eyes drifting off somewhere. “Uh… where am I even going, bruv?” I mumble, proper baffled. In front of the dude? Alright, cool… I shuffle up and plant myself facing him, Kamel lagging behind now. Then it’s a madness—water’s dripping everywhere, same as it did off Kamel a minute ago. Cold drops slide down my back, my hair’s plastered to my forehead, all sticky and gross.

“Turn right round for me. Yeah, like that…”
“Uh… a towel would be nang, fam,” I try, feeling bare awkward.
“Mmm… you’re proper cute, innit! Real talk, you two are straight fire!”

The guy’s eyes are sparkling like he’s just unwrapped a PS6 on Snap. Kamel flicks a glance, one eyebrow up, like he’s co-signing but don’t care too tough. Alright, safe… but what’s the move after this? I ain’t clocking the play here.

“I’m proper blessed, man!” he adds, almost singing it, all giddy.
“Oi!” I jump, ‘cause his hand’s coming at me—straight for the front! I tense up quick, muscles tight like cables.
“Sensitive, yeah?”
“Nah, but…” I stammer, face burning red up to my ears. He’s chatting that right where he’s brushing my dick, fam!
“How old you turning, pretty boy?”
“Fourteen.”
“For real?”
“Yeah, man, why would I cap?”

Why’s he staring like that? “Mmm… you’re proper gorgeous.” His voice drops low, almost soft, and it’s giving me the creeps, no lie. Then he calls out, “Kamel?”

Oops… why’s he calling him? I flick a look over my shoulder. Alright, I clock it—Kamel’s just there, posted up, munching a Pépito like it’s all calm, no biggie. This guy, fam, for real… But my eyes slide lower, can’t even stop ‘em, and—WHOA! Hold up, he ain’t got no hair down there or what? It’s all smooth, gleaming almost, proper clean. Oh, safe… he shaves it??

"His first time, you said? Come here…"

The guy nods at Kamel, who’s still gripping his Coke, looking half-interested, and shuffles up next to me.
‘You ever seen it?’ Kamel’s brow creases, like he ain’t catching on, but the dude don’t wait—his hand dives straight in and grabs my dick through my soaked boxers. I jump, proper shook, and Kamel just shakes his head,

"Nah.’”

“Hmm…"

Hmm, what? Me.

"Can you check it out?"

Huh? He’s saying that to Kamel. What’s he mean, "check it out??" I twist my head, and right then, I hear the guy clarify,

"Use your fingers."
"What, how you mean?" Kamel asks, one eyebrow cocked, all chill but curious.
"Slide in there," the dude points at the top of my boxers, "and tell me if you feel anything".
"Feel what? If he’s got hair?"
"Bingo! And you"—he locks eyes with me—"don’t move. Just let it happen."

Alright, yeah, cool. So I’ve clocked the play now, innit? I’m not feeling this one bit, fam. I shoot a look at Kamel, ready to kick off, but before I can even spit a word—snap!—his hand’s already there. His index finger, curved like a hook, brushes my skin just above the waistband. I feel it, light but cold, and my legs lock up on instinct. Chill out, Nico, don’t tense, or this nutter in front’s gonna keep chatting shit. I can’t even look—my eyes are stuck staring at nothing, but I feel it all: his finger, pausing, poking around where the hair’s just starting to sprout.

"So?"

"Yeah… a bit."

"A lot?"

That finger I feel wiggling sends a weird shiver through me—light, almost ticklish. "Yeah… up top, you can feel some," Kamel says, locked in like he’s dissecting some science ting.
"Tss… don’t move, please," the guy growls, all moody.
"But I ain’t moving!" I snap back, tense as fuck, legs stiff like poles.
"OK. What about lower down?"

"The dick? " Kamel, always so focused on the details!

The guy nodding his head, yeah, straight up, this time I can feel the finger sliding. Ouch... where’s he going now? But Kamel, he's just chuckling softly, and almost at the same time, I can already feel him where it all starts. Right at the tip.

For the first time, I dare look down: his whole hand is there, all the way into boxers . Yes... I swear! His fingers now are probing me, and—oh damn—it feels like I can even feel them up to my balls! « Hey... be careful, though! » I say, half-serious, half-embarrassed. He laughs even harder, as if it’s just a game.

« So? » the guy asks, impatient. « Below? »

« Nah, I don’t feel anything, » at the same time Kamel finally pulls his hand away—phew, relief.

The adult then turns towards Kamel, his gaze sliding as if he’s looking for something. ‘And you? It looks like you shave them, right?’
"Yeah, I think it’s better."
"For a long time?"
"Nah, just since Ramadan."
"Ah, pretty recent then!"

His hand moves forward, curious, brushing the skin, and a « Mmm... it’s true, it’s soft, » slips out of his mouth as if he’s talking about something he just bought. I can’t take my eyes off it. Where the dick is, it’s as smooth as glass, not a single hair in sight, just that matte surface catching the sun’s rays that are beating down hard. That hits me because for me, it’s a mess—my hair all over the place, not fully grown yet but already there, growing in ugly patches. It messes with my head, a mix of disgust and some weird feeling that’s itching at me, something I don’t really get.

Huh? Me? What, he wants me to touch too? His hand signaling me, like « go ahead, » and my stomach knots up immediately! Kamel next to me, I don’t even dare look at him—seriously, if I do this, he’s gonna slap me!

« What are you waiting for? » the guy starts again.

Huh? But… « Rghhh… OK, OK… » I’m trembling, seriously, I can’t tense up, Nico, calm down… A finger? Just one then. I glance at Kamel, but quickly look down, my index finger stretching out on its own—damn it, here it is, I’m touching!

This is so weird, guys! All smooth, yeah, but especially... the skin underneath, when you run your finger over it, it’s hot, like... I don’t know... like something inside is vibrating, something alive that freaks you out. ‘Rghhh... seriously, this is so creepy!’

I don’t get it, even the hair marks, you can’t see them—what’s going on here?

Then suddenly, Kamel grabs my arm like ‘enough, get out of here,’ and I stutter, ‘OK, OK... hey, it’s not my fault, he’s the one forcing me to do it!’ I glance at the adult, ugh, he’s weird too, pushing me like that.

Huh? What now? The boxers?? What? Take them off? I glance at Kamel—yeah, anyway, I’ve got to go for it, right?

My thumbs that I put under the elastic, a quick tug to pull... oops, the fresh air already hitting me, the wet fabric scraping a little behind, caught on my butt. «Yeah, that's it… take a good look, huh… » to the adult, what the fuck, he doesn’t give up, the bastard! Thwack, it's done, and in front, it’s easier—Thwack again, and there’s my cock coming out, with all my hairs in disarray. 'Yeah, you saw that, you bastard, I’m not broke, you know!' A second hit, it drops onto my thighs, then one last to let everything go—Pff, the boxers, they're fine, they fall in a heap, and that's it, I'm naked like Kamel, standing in front of the guy.