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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

[SS-195] Community Project


[COMMUNITY PROJECT]

Zol was walking awkwardly around the slum area. His face showed disgust and reluctance as he went deeper the tight and alleys.

He was roaming in broad daylight yet he felt unsafe. He can palpate the status difference between him and the people. He knew the community was notorius for crimes and drugs.

Zol was a college student in a prestigious university. He came from a rich family and was never exposed to poverty.

That is why he was very unhappy about their project in Political Science to interview people in that identified barangay.

Zol tried to make a straight face as he asked for directions to the home of three young leaders. He was led to a communal bath where the three were all showering in public.

Zol swallowed as he looked at the three young men, wearing only colored skimpy briefs while wetting and scrubbing themselves.

"Uhm. Hi," he greeted tentatively, "I am a college student may I interview you after you finish your bath?"

"Nah! Why wait later!" said the one wearing purple briefs, "come and interview us now. We have an alcohol session later."

So, he did. Awkwarldy, Zol asked questions about the state of youth empowerment in that community.

All the three answered jokingly. Nothing serious came out of the conversation. Zol expected that and just decided to wrap it up after a few questions.

"Goodbye, thank you for your time," Zol thanked them trying to smile.

"Hey. You've been looking at us funny since you saw us," the light blue brief guy declared, "you want to mess around?"

"Uh. No. Sorry," Zol replied. But he was staring at their crotches as they soaped.

The guy in black undies pulled him under the shower.

Zol's uniform got soaked, "heyyy! What are you-- oh shoot... yeaaah..."

The guy in purple briefs was behind him tongueing his neck. The one in red was unbuttoning his shirt.

The one in black whispered, "let me show you how young men have fun in this place." Then he kissed Zol.

Overwhelmed with hot feelings and the cold of the water, Zol responded to the kiss eagerly. He felt high being surrounded by hot, hunky, virile, poor men.

The man in light blue took his pants off and sucked his dick. The one in blue started rimming his ass.

Zol wondered if he could report this experience in class.

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