I spent the whole day avoiding sitting down too quickly, afraid to, um... Let anything out that shouldn't be out, and anxiously awaited the end of class. The bell couldn't ring quickly enough. My last professor of the day, my AP lit professor, Dr. White, asked me if I had ants in my pants, and I could only chuckle and say, "Yeah, something like that."
As soon as I got home, I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door and picked up the phone. I had Jeff's number, so I dialed him and waited for an answer. "Hello?" said the gruff voice on the other end, "Can I help ya?"
"Jeff, it's Phil, from last night... what's up?" I managed to get out.
"Hey, buddy, not much. You enjoy school today?"
"Yeah, only thing that got me through it was waiting for the bell to get out, though. Listen... do you... tonight?"
"Sure. Call me around 12?"
This is when I melted. Oh lord, I was so excited. I hung up, clenching a raging hardon in my left hand, and hobbled to the bathroom, where I masturbated furiously thinking about how much fun I was going to have in a few short hours. I shot a load all over my stomach within seconds of sitting down, spraying myself with ropes of thick steamy cum. I was ready.
Dinner was excruciating, with my mother and father quizzing all the kids on how their day was, did they have any tests, what was new in their lives, and my mother asked me, "Are you all right, Phil? You look flushed..."
I nodded slowly, excusing myself from the table when I had finished picking at my food, and washed up. Everyone else went and watched TV for a while before they went to bed, and I sat in my room, trying to read, watch TV, play some video games... anything to pass the time. Finally, I buzzed up my goodnights on the intercom, jumped in the shower, and went through the motions of turning in for the night. The house quieted down around 10:30, and I waited until 11:30 to even move. Quietly, I picked up the cordless and switched to line two, and walked into the wetbar, where I couldn't be heard from upstairs.
He answered on the third ring, his deep, masculine voice sending electric jolts straight to my crotch, "Yeah, buddy, we on for tonight?"
"I'm ready to go anytime, Jeff." I said, grinning despite myself. Already sporting a chubby, I agreed to meet him in the same spot in about 25 minutes. I clicked off, grabbed my shoes, and whistled my way up the driveway, smoking a cigarette to calm my nerves and prepare myself. I thought I looked damn cute... Nice, tight and dark washed bootcut jeans, a tight tee under my leather jacket, a scarf for good measure, seeing as it WAS cold out, and my cock leading the way through my bikini briefs.
He pulled up right on time, his big grin still visible through the smoky glass. I stepped down into his car, and off we went.
"I've got something to show you," he stated with a smile, his eyes pointing me towards his crotch, "I think you'll like it... but ya got to wait until we get to my place."
Despite his massive bulge, straining the seams of his neatly pressed chinos, I wasn't sure what he was talking about. My mouth was slick with saliva, and I merely grinned back and nodded sagely. I barely knew what I was in for.
...
He opened the door to his place, and we walked in and sat down on the couch, his tracklights barely lit, giving the place a sensual ambiance. Incense had been burning in the other room, giving the room a smoky, sultry air, the atmosphere laden with rich, exotic scents. I eyed Jeff, who was sitting back down after lighting a couple of candles on the mantle, and he passed me a drink.
"It's scotch... hope you don't mind. I remembered that you like scotch."
(My parents have let me drink alcohol responsibly since I was twelve, so... yeah. I have good taste in alcohol)
"Thanks, and yeah. I love it."
I take a few sips, savouring the flavour as it courses down my throat, warming me up from being outside for a while. Jeff's got a cigarette in hand, some tonic water in the other, and offers me one, and I decline, saying I brought my own.
We just sit for a moment, chatting about how our respective days went, when I break the ice.
"What was it you wanted to show me?"
"Oh... yeah, that's right," He says coyly, "This."
He thrusts his hips forward, as if inviting me to look at his crotch. I scoot over on the couch, right up next to him, and slowly kiss his neck, working my way up to his full, soft lips as my hands wander down his chest and to his cock. I rub him through his pants, and feel his bulge, rapidly growing stiffer and fatter under my amateurish grasp.
He breaks away for a moment, and begins to unzip himself. "Finish the job for me, tiger," he whispers, "It's worth the effort."
I do, and gasp at the sight...
As soon as I got home, I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door and picked up the phone. I had Jeff's number, so I dialed him and waited for an answer. "Hello?" said the gruff voice on the other end, "Can I help ya?"
"Jeff, it's Phil, from last night... what's up?" I managed to get out.
"Hey, buddy, not much. You enjoy school today?"
"Yeah, only thing that got me through it was waiting for the bell to get out, though. Listen... do you... tonight?"
"Sure. Call me around 12?"
This is when I melted. Oh lord, I was so excited. I hung up, clenching a raging hardon in my left hand, and hobbled to the bathroom, where I masturbated furiously thinking about how much fun I was going to have in a few short hours. I shot a load all over my stomach within seconds of sitting down, spraying myself with ropes of thick steamy cum. I was ready.
Dinner was excruciating, with my mother and father quizzing all the kids on how their day was, did they have any tests, what was new in their lives, and my mother asked me, "Are you all right, Phil? You look flushed..."
I nodded slowly, excusing myself from the table when I had finished picking at my food, and washed up. Everyone else went and watched TV for a while before they went to bed, and I sat in my room, trying to read, watch TV, play some video games... anything to pass the time. Finally, I buzzed up my goodnights on the intercom, jumped in the shower, and went through the motions of turning in for the night. The house quieted down around 10:30, and I waited until 11:30 to even move. Quietly, I picked up the cordless and switched to line two, and walked into the wetbar, where I couldn't be heard from upstairs.
He answered on the third ring, his deep, masculine voice sending electric jolts straight to my crotch, "Yeah, buddy, we on for tonight?"
"I'm ready to go anytime, Jeff." I said, grinning despite myself. Already sporting a chubby, I agreed to meet him in the same spot in about 25 minutes. I clicked off, grabbed my shoes, and whistled my way up the driveway, smoking a cigarette to calm my nerves and prepare myself. I thought I looked damn cute... Nice, tight and dark washed bootcut jeans, a tight tee under my leather jacket, a scarf for good measure, seeing as it WAS cold out, and my cock leading the way through my bikini briefs.
He pulled up right on time, his big grin still visible through the smoky glass. I stepped down into his car, and off we went.
"I've got something to show you," he stated with a smile, his eyes pointing me towards his crotch, "I think you'll like it... but ya got to wait until we get to my place."
Despite his massive bulge, straining the seams of his neatly pressed chinos, I wasn't sure what he was talking about. My mouth was slick with saliva, and I merely grinned back and nodded sagely. I barely knew what I was in for.
...
He opened the door to his place, and we walked in and sat down on the couch, his tracklights barely lit, giving the place a sensual ambiance. Incense had been burning in the other room, giving the room a smoky, sultry air, the atmosphere laden with rich, exotic scents. I eyed Jeff, who was sitting back down after lighting a couple of candles on the mantle, and he passed me a drink.
"It's scotch... hope you don't mind. I remembered that you like scotch."
(My parents have let me drink alcohol responsibly since I was twelve, so... yeah. I have good taste in alcohol)
"Thanks, and yeah. I love it."
I take a few sips, savouring the flavour as it courses down my throat, warming me up from being outside for a while. Jeff's got a cigarette in hand, some tonic water in the other, and offers me one, and I decline, saying I brought my own.
We just sit for a moment, chatting about how our respective days went, when I break the ice.
"What was it you wanted to show me?"
"Oh... yeah, that's right," He says coyly, "This."
He thrusts his hips forward, as if inviting me to look at his crotch. I scoot over on the couch, right up next to him, and slowly kiss his neck, working my way up to his full, soft lips as my hands wander down his chest and to his cock. I rub him through his pants, and feel his bulge, rapidly growing stiffer and fatter under my amateurish grasp.
He breaks away for a moment, and begins to unzip himself. "Finish the job for me, tiger," he whispers, "It's worth the effort."
I do, and gasp at the sight...
