Chapter 3

Phillip Mason was a very polite young man of 16, average in appearance, far above average in intelligence and grades, and at the bottom of his class in athletic ability. Neither of his parents had finished high school, and they were determined that he wold not only complete high school, but go to college, too. They each worked two jobs to have enough household income to save for his education and provide him with opportunities he would not otherwise receive. He was anything but spoiled. Very frugal in his spending, both for himself and on his friends, he tried to avoid any unnecessary expense. In fewer words, he was a really nice kid, smart as a whip, and financially poor.

To the girls in his class, he was always polite, respectful and appreciative of their beauty. They thought of him as a very nice guy, a bit nerdy, but certainly no threat to anyone. What no one knew was that Phillip was addicted to sex. He didn't have just an overactive sex drive; it drove his every thought and action! Every day, both before and after school, since he was eleven years old in the fifth grade, Phillip masturbated. In the warmer months, he would sneak out of his house after dark to peep into the windows of his neighbors. By his twelfth birthday, he had watched various couples making love in bed, on the couch, outside ... almost everywhere one can imagine. He had seen oral sex, regular sex, anal sex and even a group sex party where he saw two men fucking the same woman, front and back. Every time he would see some erotic sight in his neighborhood, he would always unzip and stroke his cock until he came all over the side of the house he was looking into.