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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – Studio work

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 6

“Point the light a bit upward into that corner, and pull up that lamp a little closer, Scott,” Glenn said to me as we were getting ready for this evening’s shoot.

Over the last few weeks, I had been helping Glenn out with his studio. After school, I’d go over to Glenn and Gloria, eat with them, and do my homework. After that was all done, it was off to the studio. After the shoot, Glenn would throw my bike in the back of his truck and drive me home.

Glenn had recently landed a pretty big job for a local tech company where they wanted some of their employees to appear in a calendar. There would be a men’s and a women’s calendar. The men’s one was based on iconic movie posters, where the women would represent old classic album covers.

This sounded easy enough, but the setup for the scene was meticulous, and the models wouldn’t always look or stand how Glenn asked them to. So today was the second chance for the “The Terminator” poster. The background wasn’t too tricky, and Glenn found a replica of the gun Arnold held in his hand.

In order to check the lighting, Glenn asked me to get in position, hold the gun, and look all badass with the sunglasses that are too big for me.

“Great! Now just the red light reflecting in the sunglasses left,” Glenn says, obviously pleased with the current setup.

The bell rang as Glenn was putting up the red light. He looked at me and asked, “Can you get that? That’ll be Steven. Let’s hope he manages it better than John did yesterday.”

I nodded and headed to the door. Last night, John couldn’t pull it off. The guy was too skinny and too full of himself to get in the right pose. So Glenn called his contact at the company, and they promised they’d send someone else. When I opened the door, there was this guy that had a bit of Arnold’s physique, but his face wasn’t even close.

“Hi, kid. I’m Steven,” the guy said, smiling down at me.

“Welcome to Aquinas Pictures. Follow me to the studio, please. Mr. Taylor is setting things up. We’re almost ready.”

After Glenn and Steven shook hands and talked a bit, I showed Steven the clothes he needed to wear. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an actual dressing room in the studio, so we placed a room divider in a corner where the models could change.

After over an hour of tinkering, changing bits and pieces, and making sure the lights were just right, Glenn called, “That’s a wrap!”

Glenn looked satisfied and, despite my modest experience, I saw Steven was a far better model than John was. And, of course, his big pecs under the black leather jacket helped a lot too.

After Steven was gone, Glenn and I started breaking down the Terminator set and setting up the black and white Scarface background. Tomorrow, a guy named Joe de Niro would come by to be Scarface. This would probably be the center of the male calendar because this guy was the VP of sales and, with a name like that, he was destined for this cover.

After we were done with the initial setup, the thought about how clumsy John was at the first Terminator shoot entered my mind. And an idea popped into my head.

“Is it that difficult to pose correctly?”

Glenn looked over, smiled, and said, “Apparently. That John guy sucked. Steven was way better.”

“Can I try posing as a model? We’ve got a good backdrop now. I don’t wanna be Scarface, but I want to try posing and you giving directions. Is that weird?”

“Nah. It’s not weird, Bud. I’ll grab my new camera, and we’ll start doing some portfolio pics.”

I knew what portfolio pics were, but I wasn’t pursuing a modeling career. I just wanted to experience what modeling meant. So I guess shooting a bunch of portfolio shots was a good way to start.

Glenn turned on the studio lights and said, “Okay, Bud. Stand over there and act naturally. Maybe take off your shoes and socks. I heard from other models that this made them feel more at ease.”

I kicked off my shoes, got rid of my socks, and awkwardly got in front of the backdrop in just my white t-shirt, pale blue Levi’s 501 jeans, and white fruit of the looms. I didn’t know where to put my hands or how to look. But with Glenn’s pointers and reassuring words, I was getting more and more comfortable posing for the camera.

“Can you take off your t-shirt?” Glenn asked after about two dozen shots of me in an equal amount of different poses, “That way, I can take the best headshot.”

I didn’t have to think twice about it. I trusted Glenn completely and wanted to experience the whole shebang. So a moment later, my shirt flew through the room and landed near Glenn’s feet. Glenn got real close to me and started taking my headshots while directing me how to look and what to do. Next, where the three-quarter and full-length shots. But standing here without a shirt stirred something inside me. It made me feel sexy and attractive.

So as Glenn was lining me up in his lens, I started smiling coyly at him and slowly unbuttoned the top button of my jeans. I knew this exposed the waistband of my underwear, and it somehow made me feel sexier doing so.

Glenn lowered his camera and looked at me with that same look I saw yesterday by the pool when he looked at me beating off.

“Just do what comes naturally now. I’ll stop talking and just shoot away, okay?” Glenn said softly.

I just nodded but knew precisely what he meant. I had to forget there was a camera and just go for it.

And that’s exactly what I did. I turned my back to the camera and looked over my shoulder while pushing my ass back. I unbuttoned another button and felt myself grow stiffer as I did this. I wasn’t fully hard yet but was getting more aroused by the minute.

I turned back around, facing Glenn. I put both my hands behind my head, stretching my upper body this way. I felt my pants slide down a bit as I did this, but I had just enough buttons left to prevent my pants from sliding off my hips.

Glenn got closer and focussed on my midsection. I could see he had the top of my pants, undies, and belly button in the frame. After two shots, he got back and shot me at full length again.

Once I saw Glenn was ready, I placed my right hand on my cheek and slowly moved it down my chest toward the waistband of my undies. Next, I slid my fingers inside and stopped just short of my willie. I felt more aroused than I’ve ever been, doing stuff this kinky in front of a camera. And it must’ve shown because Glenn whispered, “Oh yeah. That’s a great look.”

This encouraged me even more, so I slowly took my fingers from my undies and agonizingly slow moved them toward the buttons of my jeans. The moment I loosened the third button, my jeans slid down my hips and crumbled around my feet.

I heard Glenn gasp at the sight. I knew he did his best to make me feel like he wasn’t there, but he apparently couldn’t hold up the act entirely. I felt my stiffy tenting out my white underwear, but it made me feel in control and powerful. I stepped out of my jeans, kicked them aside, and posed with my hands behind my head again.

I let Glenn take his shots before I moved both my hands down my body toward my stiff willie. When I reached the waistband, I let one hand slip inside at my hip while the other grabbed the base of my stiffy through my underwear to emphasize its hardness.

I stood like that for a few moments before the hand at my hip started pulling down my undies. My other hand kept gripping the base, which caused my bald pubes to come into view. My other hand prevented me from showing more.

As I opened my eyes, I saw Glenn standing there with the camera in front of his face. But my eyes immediately dropped to his groin, where his willie was obscenely tenting his jeans. Seeing this urged me on even more, and I looked directly into the lens as my hand let go of my stiffy. The moment I let go, my undies slipped past my stiffy, which slapped loudly against my belly and bounced down and up once more before pointing toward the ceiling.

Standing there exposed and as hard as I’ve ever been, caused my arousal to reach heights I never felt before. Glenn didn’t say anything, nor did he move. He just held the camera in front of his face, anticipating my next move.

I quickly wiggled out of my fruit of the looms and kicked these aside too. Then, not really knowing what to do, I grabbed my stiffy, ensuring my dickhead was still exposed, and smiled at the camera. This caused Glenn to whisper, “Oh yeah… that’s hot..” he moved in to take a close-up of my hand-wrapped stiffy. After three or four shots, I expected him to back up after these shots, but instead, he moved up to take close-up shots of my belly and chest all the way up to my bony shoulders and thin neck.

“Turn sideways,” Glenn said, still barely above a whisper.

So I turned sideways, which allowed Glenn to catch my butt, hip, and stiffy in one shot. I let go of my stiffy, and it was now twitching with anticipation. I didn’t wait for Glenn to give me more instructions. I just grabbed it in my hand and started stroking it, Glenn still close by.

I closed my eyes, and since all of this turned me on incredibly, I already knew this wasn’t going to take long. The tingle in my willie was stronger than it ever was before, and as my hand moved up and down, I heard myself moan loudly.

What happened next was almost an out-of-body experience. All sounds around me tuned out, and my vision was off. I only saw my body clearly. The rest around me was blurry. My main focus was the fantastic feeling in my willie and my stroking hand. I felt my balls contract against my body as my willie started kicking in my hand. I wasn’t cumming, but the feeling was almost the same. And then, only a few heartbeats later, I exploded. The kicking in my hand intensified, and sparks fired off in my brain. I felt my legs grow weak and fell to the floor. All the while, my willie kept twitching, and I couldn’t see anything.

“You okay, bud?” I heard in the distance. And a moment later, “Scott!?”

I lazily opened my eyes and saw Glenn standing there with a worried look on his face.

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just…”

I got a bit more comfortable on the floor as I enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm.

“Hold still!” Glenn said enthusiastically, “you look perfect lying like this.”

I didn’t care. I felt a bit exposed this way, but it was still a big turn-on to be photographed like this. My still stiff willie was sticking up proudly from my groin, and I had one hand behind my head. This must be a great thing to look at. At least according to the way Glenn was acting now.

After six or seven more shots, there was the familiar sound of the end of the roll. I got back to earth and smiled at Glenn.

“Did I do okay for the first time?”

“Shit!! You did an extraordinary job! I never had anyone in front of my camera who acted more naturally and at ease as you did!”

“Thanks! I liked doing it too,” I said as I stood up and grabbed my undies. “Are these ‘Pyntar’ type shots?” I chuckled.

“Oh no! These are WAY too sexy for that. Maybe two or three are suitable, but the rest of them end up in my special-private-extra-super-private collection. No one but the two of us will ever see these.”

I smiled at that. I felt proud about posing and Glenn’s comments. I wanted to see these pics badly, but I sure as hell didn’t want anyone else to see them. So I was pleased with Glenn’s response.

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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ibi est primum omnia

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – Funeral

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 5

I blink and open my eyes. Moments later, I hear it again, “Scott?”

So I turn to look at the door and see Audrey’s silhouette in the half-open doorway and the hallway light illuminating her from behind.

“Whizzit?” I grumble.

“I can’t sleep. Is it okay if I sleep in here with you?” Audrey asks and already enters my room.

“Uhh… I… okay.” I answer, not completely awake yet.

“Thanks!” she whispers and walks around my bed to get in on the other side of the queen-sized bed.

But then I realize I’m naked. “I’m… uhh… I’m not wearing anything right now. Do you want me to put on my boxers?”

Audrey doesn’t stop and starts crawling in. After she gets in, she looks at me and shrugs.

“I don’t care. I’ve seen you naked before when I was little. But if you want to, be my guest. It’s your bed, after all.”

“Kay. Good night then, Lil’ Bit,” I say as I move around a bit to find my spot again.

“Night. And thanks,” Audrey whispers as I feel her doing the same.

She never slept with me before, and although I know perfectly well this isn’t anything sexual, I get hard from the idea of this pert little girl in bed next to me, with the events of last night adding to the whole vibe.

The time Audrey saw me naked was a few years ago. She was around seven or eight at the time, and we were swimming in the pool. Gloria was at work, so it was just Glenn, Audrey, and me. At first, when Glenn and Audrey disrobed and jumped in the pool, I felt a bit odd. When I was alone with Glenn, being naked together was never weird. But I realized I had a slight mental block now that this young girl was here too. But when they both called for me to join them, I decided to drop my inhibitions and was in there with them in the blink of an eye. And that was that. We played in the pool, dunked each other, threw a ball around, and did all the stuff you do in a pool. We just did it naked.

After we swam, we dried off, got dressed, and didn’t talk about it anymore. To Glenn and Audrey, it was the most normal thing in the world. Just like it was to me when I was younger. But I guess me being older now caused me to think about it a bit differently.

Staring at the ceiling, I figured sleep wasn’t coming anymore with Audrey next to me. But the last day’s events wore me out more than I expected. The stir beside me awakened me, and I felt Audrey’s arm drape itself over my chest. After lying like this for a few minutes, I glance over to my left and see Audrey lying on her belly, still dressed in her T-shirt and loose-fitting boxers. These boxers are pulled down a bit, showing off the top of her ass crack.

I giggle internally about it when I realize I’m lying here, completely exposed. I kicked off the blanket during the night, and it fell to the floor. I know nudity isn’t an issue to Audrey, but still… But if I move, she wakes up. Oh boy…

As a compromise, I casually drape my right hand over my Johnson. Audrey’s eyes flutter open the moment I move, and immediately a smile spreads across her face.

“Morning, Scott,” she says cheerfully.

“Morning. Sleep well?” I ask, glad that the glumness of last night seems to be gone for now.

“Like a baby!” and she gets up a bit to hug me tightly and says, “Thanks for letting me sleep here with you!”

“Of course,” I say as I hug her back. The moment the hug is done, Audrey sits up straight. Unfortunately, this suddenness doesn’t give me the chance to cover up again, and she openly looks at my penis. Thank god I don’t have morning wood. At that moment, I notice her shirt is inside-out. Was it like that the night before?

Before I can ask about it, Audrey asks, “what do we do today?” She looks me in the face now, clearly not caring about my nakedness.

“Dunno. The only thing we need to do is make sure everything is set for the funeral. So we need to pick out some clothes, get the paperwork ready, that sort of stuff.”

“We’ll do this together, right?” she asks, looking down a bit sad.

“Of course we will, Lil’ Bit! But I need your help as much as you need mine. We’re in this together. But the two of us will get through it. No matter what!” I extend my arms, and Audrey dives in for another hug.

I hear her sniff and just hold her tightly. I don’t know what to say or do. I just want to be there for her the best I can. And I’m confident we’ll manage this together. I really am. Audrey is a bright kid, and Glenn’s attorney promised to help us to the best of his abilities. That’s what Glenn paid him for, after all. But I knew it wasn’t just for the pay. When we left his office yesterday, I learned that he’s a distant relative of Gloria, and Mr. Cohen insisted we’d call him whenever we had questions or needed help, and he’d take care of it.

I start making breakfast as Audrey hits the shower. When she walks into the kitchen, her shoulder-length hair is still wet, and she’s wearing the same short schoolgirl-styled skirt as yesterday. Her tight t-shirt accentuates her newly developed female forms magnificently. Because I’m currently dressed in just my boxers, I quickly sit down to hide my growing dick and look away to prevent it from becoming a full mast. Having a boner would just be too awkward for both of us.

After my shower, I get back in the kitchen, where I find Audrey cleaned everything, but she’s not in the kitchen anymore. Curious about what she’s doing, I head over to the living room to see if maybe she’s outside. The second I enter the living room, I realize something is wrong. I can’t see it right away, but I see Audrey lying there as I round the short space to the corner that leads to the couch. She’s curled up into a ball and crying her eyes out.

I pick her up the best I can and pull her into my lap. I gently rock her from left to right in an attempt to soothe her. The girl in my arms is crying with everything she’s got. I feel so powerless and inadequate to help this heartbroken girl.

“I miss him so much, you know?” she whispers between sobs.

“Shhh… I know, Lil’ bit. Me too,” I whisper back as I keep comforting her.

Tears flow down my cheeks as we sit there for about half an hour. After that, Audrey sits up straight, wipes her eyes, and kisses me on my cheek.

“We need to start doing something. I can’t spend my days crying on the couch,” she sternly says and gets to her feet.

“You know it’s okay to cry, right?”

“I know. And I will. But right now, we need to make sure to give Glenn the best funeral we can.”

This girl just keeps surprising me more and more. I know she needs room to mourn, and I promise myself I’d help her with that. But she’s right. We need to start working on the arrangements.

We spent the entire day calling people, browsing the internet, looking in Glenn’s closets for insurance papers. Finally, at the end of a long day, we’re pretty sure all the correct wheels are set in motion. Neither of us is in the mood to make dinner, so we order Chinese takeout and stare blankly at some lame movie Netflix recommended us.

“Can I sleep with you again tonight?” Audrey asks out of the blue, looking at me with her puppy eyes.

Not seeing any harm in it, I say, “Course, Lil’ Bit. It’ll be good for both of us.”

For things to stay at least a little bit modest, I decide to keep my boxers on as I crawl under the covers. I hate wearing clothes to bed. Every night I pop a few boners, and wearing clothes causes it to get trapped in the fabric, which in turn causes me to wake up. But with a twelve-year-old girl beside me, it’s just the right thing to do even though she doesn’t seem to care less if I’m naked or not.

Audrey enters my room dressed the same as last night. And again, I notice what a fine young woman she’s becoming. I lift the blanket at her side, and as she crawls in, I’m presented with a great view down the front of her t-shirt. I don’t see her tits completely, but the top of her nipples are clearly visible. I quickly look the other way, and as Audrey cuddles up to me, I do my best to think about other things than this girl’s developing breasts.

“Thanks for not being weird about this,” Audrey says as I feel her setting in for the night.

“No problem. Glad to help.”

“Well… I like it, so thanks,” she responds and starts yawning loudly.

“Night, Lil’Bit,” I say and kiss her on her forehead, tired too from the stressful day.

The following days are all centered around getting the funeral arranged. We select a casket, hire a funeral director, select a caterer, that sort of stuff. We also make sure the place under the tree, next to Gloria’s grave in the back of the yard, is ready. During all these tasks, Audrey and I basically act as one. In addition, Mr. Cohen makes sure all the insurances are taken care of and that everything is paid for.

So, eventually, the big day arrives. I wake up before Audrey does, glad the poor girl had some sleep. As I lay in bed, thinking about the dreadful day ahead, I feel Audrey stir beside me.

“Hey,” she whispers.

“Hey. This is the day. How do you feel?”

“I did sleep a few hours. Didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I wish this day was over…” she says, barely above a whisper.

“So do I, Lil’ Bit. We’ll stick together today and get through it. You and me. Deal?”

Audrey looks at me, and with a vague smile, she says, “That sounds like a deal!”

We get up, get dressed, and eat breakfast together. Neither of us eats a whole lot since we’re too tense about the day ahead of us. However, the funeral director is right on time, and at practically the same time, Mr. Cohen arrives. Together, we recheck the schedule of the day, which visibly puts Audrey at ease.

The funeral was… well… a funeral. We cried a lot but also chuckled at some old stories from Glenn’s earlier life. I was surprised to see almost all my special forces crew members showed up. We talked a bit after the funeral was done and agreed to meet up sometime in the near future to discuss my role in the team. But they also assured me to take as much time as I needed.

“I’m SO glad this is over!” Audrey says as she kicks off her shoes and falls on the couch.

“Me too. But, honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I expected,” I say as I kick off my own shoes and loosen my tie.

Audrey looks thoughtful, and after a few moments, she says, “guess you’re right. Just not the moment the casket went down…”

“That was bad, yeah,” I admit.

“That was so… permanent, you know?”

“Yeah. The definitive ending of Glenn. A turning point for us to go on with our lives, I guess.”

“Yeah…” Audrey whispers as she looks at one of the caterers outside hauling out the last chairs we rented.

“Sorry for being so philosophical,” I say, realizing I’m blabbering.

“No problem. I know what you mean,” she sighs.

I’m a bit surprised we don’t cry at this moment. But then again, we cried enough during the funeral. So maybe the tears dried up. I do feel an urge to get a drink, though. So I walk over to the liquor cabinet and pour myself a big glass of whiskey. I’m about to turn around when I hear Audrey say behind me, “Can I have one too, please?”

I didn’t see too much harm in it, considering the day we had. So I pour a little bit in a glass and join her on the couch.

“Ahh… That’s nice,” she says next to me as she polishes it off in one gulp.

“You’ve had some before?” I ask, amazed.

“A few times, yeah. Glenn didn’t want to drink alone on special occasions. So last year, he started giving me some too. Always just a bottom of whiskey, though. Never much.”

I feel surprised hearing this. I know Glenn was a free-spirited guy, but I didn’t expect him to do this. To me, it isn’t a big deal, but some people might think differently about it. I was determined not to make a habit out of it, which of course meant I had to cut down on the drinking too.

After about an hour of small talk on the couch, I notice Audrey looking tired. Feeling drained after today, I suggest we go to bed. So we clean up and head off to bed. I quickly disrobe and slide under the covers, wondering where Audrey is. Moments later, she walks in, and I see she switched her white blouse for a light-blue tube top.

“Can’t sleep in my blouse, and I hate wearing a bra to bed,” she says as she sees me checking her out.

“I get it,” I respond as casually as I can but feel my dick stiffen and press against the fabric of my boxers as I can’t keep my eyes from the nipples showing through her half-transparent top.

The moment she drops her skirt and her laced hipster-style panties come into view, I’m instantly in full-blown boner town. This is awkward. Out of precaution, I place my hand over my boner. Just in case she suddenly cuddles up and touches my boner through my boxers. This way, I’ll have a way to deflect her. She turns around and stands there looking thoughtful as I let my eyes roam over her magnificent nubile body. I’m not sure if she’s standing there so I can check her out, but I certainly seize the opportunity.

After a few moments, she lifts the blanket and crawls in. And, just as I expected, she cuddles up to me. As she settles in, I feel her hard nipple press against my chest through the thin fabric of her tube top, and she lifts her leg to drape it over me. Then, just before I can say anything, her legs stops moving, just a hair short of my sack.

“Night, Scott.”

“Night, Lil’ Bit,” I respond, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.

I lay there contemplating what had just happened. Is she showing off to me? Am I reading into something that isn’t there? Is she, like Glenn and Gloria, just more open about her body than most people?

An image of her standing there in her semi-transparent tube top and laced pink panties fills my mind. She looks sexy as fuck with her raven-black hair just over her shoulders, accentuating her white skin and blue top. Maybe I need to convince her to sleep in her own bed again before this gets out of hand. But, despite all that, sleep comes quickly.

Copyright 2022 – Jason Crow
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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Just fun

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 4

“Good morning, honey,” Gloria said to me when I walked into the kitchen.

I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon and didn’t want to miss out on it, so I quickly got up. When I reached the top of the stairs, I realized that Gloria probably wasn’t used to seeing a naked boy in the morning. I always tried it with my mom, and every time, she’d send me back upstairs to put on some clothes.

So I quickly got back in my room, slipped on my pajama bottoms, and headed downstairs. As I sat down, I noticed it was a bit too obvious I was a boy. No underwear and half a boner inside the thin fabric of a pajama made it impossible to miss that. Gloria looked, but she didn’t say anything and just smiled at me.

“Morning,” I grumbled, “that smells amazing!”

“Thanks, Hon. Did I wake you?”

“Yeah. But there are worse ways to wake up,” I smiled, feeling more awake already.

Gloria poured me a glass of OJ and set a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me. I looked at her, and she smiled sweetly at me.

“Eat up, honey! Don’t let it get cold,” she said and ruffled my hair.

“Oh, don’t worry!” I said and already had a piece of bacon in my hand, ready to be devoured.

After the second load of toast, I asked, “Where’s Glenn?”

“He’s working in the studio. He asked if you could help him after you woke up.”

I took my now empty plate and walked over to the kitchen counter. I opened the dishwasher and noticed the clean dishes were still in there. So I bent over and took a few plates in my hand.

“Oh, Honey! You don’t need to do that now. Just get dressed and go help Glenn,” Gloria said and patted me playfully on my ass.

“You sure? I don’t mind helping,” I said, inwardly glad I could go and help Glenn.

“Go! Brush your teeth and get dressed. Quick! It’s going to be a hot day, so the sooner you’re done in the studio, the better,” she laughed.

I entered the studio five minutes later and saw Glenn fiddling with some kitchen equipment. He lit up when he saw me come in.

“Scott! Great. Can you help me, please?” he asked with a mix of panic and frustration in his voice.

The next two-and-a-half hours were filled with us taking pictures of several different kitchen appliances for the manufacturer’s catalog. Halfway through the shoot, I took off my shirt as sweat formed on my forehead. But even in just my short sweat shorts, it was still hot as hell under these lights.

After I rotated the last appliance and readjusted the spotlight, Glen finally said, “That’s a wrap!” and he started smiling. I noticed the sweat on his head too, but he seemed way less bothered with it than I was.

“Aren’t you hot?” I asked, wiping the sweat away with an old towel.

“A bit. But being born in the Caribbean has its advantages.”

“Yeah, but still. Isn’t it a drier heat at Islo di Aqui… Isle de…”

“La Isla de Aquinas,” Glenn helped,“ and yes. It is a bit different over there, but I guess I’m still better built for these temperatures than most people in this area.”

“Well, I’m not built for it. That’s for sure,” I complained.

“I got the pool ready last week. So we can go swimming if you like. After we’ve cleaned up in here, of course.”

“Love to. But… I didn’t bring my trunks,” I said, feeling a bit disappointed.

“So what? No need to wear your swimming trunks. No one can see you but Gloria and me. And the two of us usually swim without them too.”

“Really? Will you let me do that!?” I said, feeling excited.

I wanted to go skinny-dipping for a long time. I read about it in the Huckleberry Finn book and have wanted to try it ever since. But my parents would never allow me to. So when Glenn permitted me to do so, it got me all hyped up.

“Really. Let’s get ready here so we can get wet!” Glenn smiled.

I cleaned up everything in record time, not caring about the sweat forming all over my body. Glenn just smiled at me as I hauled all the stuff into the backroom. He took care of the cameras and stuff, and I took care of the rest.

After putting away the last table and closing the door to the storage room, I looked at Glenn. If I didn’t know any better, he was stalling. He worked agonizingly slow and still had to store two lenses.

“What is it, Bud?” Glenn smiled as he looked as I was stressing around like an overactive dog that needed to stay in his basket.

“You’re soooo slowwww,” I whined.

“Relax,” Glenn chuckled, “we’ve got all afternoon. Your parents won’t be here until eight.”

“I know. But I want to go swimming. And you’re taking like… forever!”

“Almost done here. Why don’t you go and ask Gloria for the sunscreen? You’ll probably need it.”

I realized Glenn was right. I haven’t been in the sun lately since this was one of the first hot days in months. And my butt, but more importantly, my willie didn’t see any sun at all. So, glad I could do something, I got up and ran to the door, shouting, “Be right back!” over my shoulder.

“Do you have sunscreen for us?” I said, panting after running toward the house and finding Gloria sitting in the kitchen.

Gloria giggled when she saw me run inside but immediately got to her feet and said, “Sure, honey. Just a sec.”

I followed her as she opened the cabinet in the hallway, found the bottle, and closed it again. I practically grabbed the bottle from her hands and said, “Thanks! Glenn says I can go skinny-dipping in the pool! Isn’t that neat?”

Gloria laughed loudly. “Sure, honey. That’s pretty neat. Have fun.”

“Thanks!” I said and raced back to the studio.

As I entered the studio, I almost bumped into Glenn.

“Got the sunscreen?” he asked, smiling down at me.

“Yeah. I do. Can we go swimming now?”

“Sure thing, Bud. Let’s go to the pool.”

I walked over quickly, almost running, as Glenn walked behind me. Finally, I reached the deck and looked over at Glenn. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down. I sprayed the sunscreen over my upper body, arms, and legs.

“Want me to do your back?” Glenn’s dark voice said beside me.

“Yes, please! I can’t reach it,” I said, moving my hands to my back to make my point.

“Spray some on your hands to do your peter and balls. Trust me. You don’t want a sunburn down there.”

I did just that and handed Glenn the bottle. Rubbing the slippery stuff over my willie was a lovely feeling. Before I knew it, I was boned-up completely but kept rubbing the slippery sunscreen on it.

“Just make sure you don’t get burned, not jack it!” Glenn chuckled as his big hands rubbed over my back and the top of my ass.

“Sorry. It just feels so good,” I panted a bit.

“I know, Bud. But there’s a time and place for everything. Even jacking.”

So I reluctantly stopped rubbing my boner and ensured all the white parts around my groin were covered in sunscreen. Then, I turned around and looked at Glenn. I noticed his eyes were on my boner, but I didn’t care. I wanted to swim with him and have fun in the pool.

“Just a few seconds to let your skin absorb the sunscreen,” Glenn said as he took off his shirt.

I had seen Glenn without his shirt before, but this was the first time I noticed how well-built he was. He wasn’t buff with six-packs and zero percent fat and stuff. But he was a big, muscular guy with a small heart tattooed just above his left nipple. His chest was almost hairless, except for a stripe of hair running from his belly button into his pants.

As he started unbuckling his belt, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Was he going skinny-dipping too? I didn’t see it coming but felt excited that he appeared to do so. I never saw a grown man’s willie. Not even my dad’s, and I realized I was very curious about it. My stiff willie twitched with anticipation, although I didn’t even know it was because of that at the time.

My eyes were glued to Glenn’s crotch, and after the zipper came down and I saw a glimpse of his white cotton boxers, I knew I was going to see his willie. Glenn stepped out of his pants, folded them, and laid them neatly on top of his shirt. All the while, I kept looking at the bulge that moved inside his boxers. It didn’t occur to me back then that you shouldn’t stare at a man’s dick like that, but I was so anxious to see it that I probably would’ve forgotten this ‘rule’ anyways.

When Glenn hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, I heard myself suck in a breath. Glenn didn’t respond to that and just kept pulling down his boxers. Looking back, he probably knew I was curious as hell about this stuff, and he was willing to show me.

The moment his boxers started sliding down and more and more of his willie came into view, I felt like I was watching a slow-motion movie. First came his pubes into view. A thick, lush bush of curly hair I only saw before in Glenn’s pictures. After the base of his willie appeared, my eyes went big. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A thick tube of flesh that seemed to go on and on as his boxers moved down.

I know now that Glenn is just an average male with a little over four-inch soft dick. But to me, it looked massive. The moment his boxers dropped, I noticed another big difference with my own willie. I had a reddish-pick tip on it, but Glenn’s skin seemed to go on.

“You’ve got a big one,” I blurted out and looked at my thin, almost four-inch stiffy sticking out from my groin.

“Haha! No, I don’t, Bud! It’s about as average as they come,” Glenn smiled.

“What about the tip?” I asked.

As I said this, I extended my finger to touch the skin where his tip should be. Glenn coughed the moment I touched it, but he didn’t move. So I moved my finger up and realized his shaft felt the same as the tip. I pulled back my hand and noticed Glenn’s willie grew a bit longer. It wasn’t stiff or something, just a little bigger than when I first saw it.

“It’s called circumcision. You’ve been circumcised, or cut as some people call it, when you were a baby. I’m not.”

“Oh,” I said, looking down at my reddish dickhead, “why?”

“Well, some people do it because of hygiene reasons. Some religions do it, and sometimes there’s a medical reason to do it when the foreskin is too tight.”

“That extra skin is called foreskin, right?” I asked, putting two and two together.

“Check, smartass. You’ve got more questions?” Glen asked, smiling.

I thought about it for a moment and then quickly ran off, shouting, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” and sprinted to the pool, where I cannonballed myself into the water. The moment I resurfaced, a big splash of water washed over me, causing me to cough. When Glenn’s head came out of the water, we both started laughing and roughhousing.

I was trying to dunk Glenn, but I really didn’t stand a chance in dunking him because he was so much bigger than me. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. So I jumped on his back, tried kicking against the back of his knees, pressed on his head, but all attempts failed miserably.

Glenn, on the other hand, dunked me several times. And each time he did, I looked at his willie under water. It was floating a bit, and the now wet pubes laid flat at his skin, making his willie seem even bigger.

At one point, as I kept climbing up his back, my now soft willie went hard again because of the friction against Glenn’s backside. I noticed this but didn’t care. I just wanted to dunk Glenn.

“Look out, bud! You’ll stab me with that thing!” he laughed as I kept squirming on his back.

Glenn reached around, grabbed me by my leg, and pulled me off. The moment I fell, his other hand grabbed me fully on my ass in an attempt to prevent me from getting away. It all happened really fast, and before I knew it, Glenn had me pinned in a bear hug with my back toward his front.

As he held me tightly, I felt his willie brush against my ass, and an idea popped up. I inched my hand in between our bodies, and before Glenn could react, I firmly wrapped my hand around his willie. Glenn responded the way I expected him to do. He slightly loosened his grip and pulled his hips back a little. That was enough for me to wrap my right leg backward around his right leg and push back against his hips with my whole body weight.

Glenn started shifting his feet on the swimming pool floor, and moments later, he fell backward into the water. Before he fell down completely, I wiggled myself free and barely managed to stay on my feet. But the moment I realized I dunked Glenn, I stuck my arms triumphantly in the air and yelled, “YEAH! WHOOHOO!!” I did this long enough so Glenn could hear it as he resurfaced, coughing and rubbing his eyes clean from the water.

“Damn! You managed to dunk me. Didn’t think you had it in you,” he smiled.

Gloria came out of the house to check if there was anything wrong and to find out what all the fuss was about, but once she realized what happened, she smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

“I’m going grocery shopping in a bit. You boys behave, alright?”

After that, Glenn and I start throwing a ball at each other. We were both at opposite ends of the pool, and occasionally I had to get out of the water to get a ball I missed catching. I loved how it felt to run around naked. And since Glenn and Gloria didn’t mind me doing so, I planned on doing this a lot more.

As I was standing on Glenn’s shoulders in the pool, ready to make an atomic bomb, Gloria again came out of the house. I stood with my front toward her, and I could see her eyes fly briefly to my crotch. It was very brief, and I didn’t care at all, but I doubted at that moment if she was really okay with both of us naked in the pool. It was a very short moment, and at the time, it barely registered. But looking back, I think she had second thoughts about us in the pool this way.

“I’m out. Be back in about an hour and a half. Don’t drown, okay?” she smiled.

I jumped as high as I could and formed myself into a ball. Then, with a big splash, I landed in the water. When I came back up, I was a bit disappointed because only a few drops of water had hit Gloria’s dress. Glenn and I waved at her and assured her we would be okay.

Glenn and I played some more games in the pool. We played a weird form of tag, and Glenn challenged me to swim as long underwater as I could. In the end, I managed to do back and forth laps in the pool, each time swimming under Glenn’s spread legs. During the last run, I came up too quickly and apparently crushed Glenn’s balls in the process.

This pretty much ended our time in the pool. I was getting tired, and Glenn wanted to get out but didn’t admit he was tired. Glenn just wanted to relax in the shade a little. So we walked over to the swimming pool chairs together and laid down on them. Glenn kept calling the chairs “Chaise Lounges,” which I found a ridiculous name.

“Make sure to put on some new sunscreen, Bud,” Glenn said, looking over. “The water washed off most of the stuff you rubbed on before.”

I realized he was right, got up, and grabbed the bottle of sunscreen. I laid back in the chair and started rubbing it over my chest and legs. As I reached my groin section, I felt myself grow stiff again. And by the time it was my willie’s turn, I was at full mast. Rubbing in the sunscreen felt terrific! My slippery hand rubbing over my willie made me extremely horny. I heard myself moan again, but Glenn didn’t react this time. It did make me aware of him sitting next to me, and his earlier words resonated in my head. There was a time and place for this sort of stuff.

So I looked over at Glenn and saw he was looking at my stroking hand. But in his lap, I saw the first grown man’s boner in my life. And it looked huge to my untrained eye. The shock of seeing Glenn’s stiff willie caused my hand to stop moving.

“You can keep going if you want,” Glenn whispered.

“But you said that….” I trailed off.

“I know what I said. But Gloria is gone, and it’s just us, so….”

“Really? I, HMMM” I moaned as my hand moved again, almost on its own.

“We can do it together if you like,” Glenn softly said.

I looked him in his eyes, and I could see something I never saw before. Glenn looked… worked up. Or angry. But not quite that. He just looked different. I later learned he was horny as fuck, but I thought he was a bit mad at the time.

“Sure. I don’t mind,” I answered as casually as I could.

I didn’t want to anger him even more, but I was also curious as hell about how another boy did it. And especially a boy with a willie this size. Seeing Glenn’s hand wrap itself around his boner was mesmerizing. My hand kept stroking my stiffy, but my attention focused more on what was happening in the chair next to me.

Glenn’s hand started moving up and down, and I could see his dickhead peaking out of his foreskin with each downward stroke. I heard Glenn moan and looked at his face. His eyes were still fixed on my stroking hand, so I figured it was okay to watch his action too. So my attention went back to the movement between Glenn’s legs when I noticed I was getting a tingle in my spine.

Looking at Glenn’s hard willie and stroking hand caused my good feeling to come even quicker than last night. Of course, the lubrication from the sunscreen probably amplified that feeling a lot too.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned as I felt my dick start to tingle.

“MMMHHH,” Glenn moaned, and I could see his balls move in his sack more prominent now as he was tugging harder at his dick than when he started.

“Oh… ah… ah… I… ohhhh… I think it’s happening… ahhh… again…”

“Keep going… MMMHH… Bud… me… ahh… too…”

“I… I… I… AHHHH” was all I managed.

The moment my orgasm hit me, I just had to close my eyes. I only saw white flashes in front of my eyes as I felt my willie kick and twitch in my hand.

“Me… ahh… too!!!” Glenn moaned pretty loudly beside me.

My willie was still kicking as I opened my eyes to see what was happening with Glenn. He gave it one last downward tug. Then, a moment later, I saw something flying out of his willie, splattering down on his chest. And another, and another. Five spurts in total flew out of his dick, and Glenn was panting heavily. Only a tiny dribble kept coming out of his willie. Now that the spurting had stopped, I realized this was the sperm I had read about in school. I felt the urge to touch it and inspect it but wasn’t sure what Glenn would think about that.

“Oh wow. That was…” Glenn said between pants.

“Is that… sperm?” I asked as I extended my arm and gave in to my curiosity.

“Yeah. That’s my sperm. Or cum. I like that word better, to be honest,” Glenn said, smiling.

The moment my finger scooped up a bit of his cum, I was surprised by its warmth. I moved it toward my face, where I examined it closely. It was a bit sticky and looked a little bit like the glue we used at school. I sniffed it, and it didn’t smell bad, so I decided to extend my tongue and find out what it would taste like. The taste didn’t put me off, but I didn’t actually love the taste either. It was… okay.

“Right…” I said after I decided it wasn’t too gross.

“Just wait until you taste your own cum. You’ll like that better. I promise,” Glenn chuckled.

“I guess. It does look a little like sunscreen on your belly this way. You only need to rub it in!”

“Yeah… well… I don’t do that. It’ll be sticky all day. I’m going to clean up. Be back in a sec,” Glenn said and walked into the house.

Moments later, he came back out, looking like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He was carrying two big glasses of Coke and handed me one. After he sat down, we didn’t talk about what had happened. Instead, we just talked about photography, nature, the military, the island he grew up on, and just small talk. This way, what we did felt natural. We were just two guys that did something naughty, but it was okay. We were having fun, and Glenn showed me new ways of having fun. That was all. But I liked it. I liked it a lot!

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La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Comfort

La Isla de Aquinas – Chapter 3

I dry my eyes and put the picture back inside my drawer. I look around in my apartment and decide I’ll clean up later. It’s almost three-thirty, and driving there will take me a little over twenty minutes. And that’s without traffic. Arriving late at such an important meeting is just not done. So I close the door, head down, and climb on my Harley. Riding a Harley in dress pants is a bit strange, but the heavy bike is my only transportation option at the moment. I don’t want to call a cab or Uber.

When I arrive at the tall office building, I feel my stomach acting up. I don’t want to do this, but I know I have to. So I drag myself inside, look at the sign near the elevator, and head to the eleventh floor. When the doors open, I see a fancy looking office with minimalistic decorations, marble on the floor, and a beautiful looking lady behind the reception desk

I walk toward the lady, and before I can say anything, she asks, “Mr. Harris?”

“Yes. I’m Scott Harris.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Harris. Will you please follow me?”

The lady stands up and walks around her desk. We head into a hallway with more marble and big, floor-to-ceiling glass panes. I figure these are the meeting rooms as we walk past them. I can’t keep my eyes from the hot, mini-skirt-clad ass in front of me. Damn, that’s one fine piece of ass.

The lady stops at a glass door and looks at me. I realize she must’ve seen me looking, and I start to blush. She just smiles at me and opens the door.

“There you go, Mr. Harris. Mr. Cohen is waiting for you. Can I get you anything? Coffee, water?”

“No thanks. I’m good,” I say and smile at her.

I enter the big meeting room and see a skinny man in a fancy suit sitting behind the typical boardroom table. The man looks expensive but has a friendly face, and he starts smiling politely when he sees me come in.

Before I realize what’s happening, I feel a body slam into me, and arms wrap themselves tightly around my waist. I look to my right and see Audrey pressed against me.

“Hey, Lil’ Bit,” I softly say.

Audrey looks up at me, and I can see her swollen eyes. I haven’t seen her in a few months, and I notice how much she’s grown in that period. I kiss her on her forehead and hug her firmly. I look her over and realize a lot can happen to a girl’s body in a short time. The last time I saw her, she was basically a tomboy. But now I was looking at a young woman. The once puffy nipples are now small breasts, and her short skirt accentuates her growing curves and tight little ass. I notice all this in the blink of an eye and quickly dismiss these thoughts. We’re here for a very sad reason, so no pervy shit.

“Hi. I’m…” she trails off, lost for words.

“It’s okay. Let’s sit,” I say and pull back one of the chairs for her to sit on.

I step toward Mr. Cohen and shake hands. Despite his skinny frame, his handshake is firm and confident. He smiles and gestures for me to sit down too. I take the seat next to Audrey as the man starts to speak.

“Welcome. Both of you. I know these are difficult times, but the urgency of the matter calls for this meeting,” he starts.

It turns out that Glenn put me in his will as the legal guardian of Audrey. Shortly after Gloria died, he did this, and I feel flattered about the trust Glenn expresses with this action. But I’m also scared shitless hearing this. At twenty-six, I don’t feel capable of taking care of a soon-to-be thirteen-year-old girl. But I also know Glenn and Gloria don’t have any brothers or sisters in the US, and I’m the closest to a relative in Audrey’s life.

In normal circumstances, we wouldn’t be discussing the will at this point, Mr. Cohen is saying. But since the well-being of Audrey is our main concern, we might as well do it now.

An hour and a half later, Audrey and I walk out of the office. Inside we learned that Audrey inherits the house and a trust fund. Glenn left me the photo studio with all the equipment, the brand name of his studio, including all accompanying licenses. And, if there are no objections from Child Protective Services within three months, I’m the legal guardian of a twelve-year-old girl.

“Thank you for wanting to take care of me,” Audrey says as we approach my bike.

“Of course! Your dad took care of me when I was your age. Now it’s my turn.”

Audrey smiles through her sadness and looks impressed at my bike. That’s when I realized something.

“I… ehm…. I’ve only got one helmet. I’ll get us an Uber and worry about the bike later.”

After a few minutes, the car pulls up, and we head back to Audrey’s house. During the ride, we talk about the practical implications of it all. But, for now, we decided that I should go and live with Audrey in her house. We both find it strange to call it ‘her house,’ but it is what it is.

When we arrive back at the house and enter the living room, Audrey starts crying. She tries to fight back against the tears, but once I put my hand on her shoulder, she erupts. The tears start flowing, and she’s crying with everything she’s got. Seeing and hearing her cry this way breaks my heart. So I put my arms around her and just hold her. I don’t try to soothe her or comfort her. That just doesn’t feel right at this moment. I can’t help myself either. I never felt so sad before in my life, and despite wanting to be strong for Audrey, I cry for all I’m worth. We cry like this for a long time. But eventually, the tears dry, and we look at each other.

“You look like a mess,” Audrey says as she looks at me with a barely noticeable smile across her lips.

“Right. Like you look like a million bucks,” I chuckle, glad to leave the crying behind us for now.

“Now what?” Audrey asks.

“I’ll go and get the guest bedroom ready. Well… I guess we’ll have to go and call it my bedroom from now on.”

“I guess… but… why not take Glenn’s room?” Audrey says softly.

Glenn and Gloria had always insisted on calling them by their first names. So no uncle Glenn or aunt Gloria. Gloria said it made them feel old, and they didn’t want to feel labeled. So when Audrey was born, they went with first names too. To Audrey, it was natural, but my mom and dad found it odd. I didn’t care. To me, they were still Glenn and Gloria, and if this is how they live their lives, why bother?

“Maybe in a while. Not now. I don’t want to sleep in there now.”

“Okay. You make sure you can sleep tonight. I’ll order us pizza. Pepperoni, right?”


“I’ll hop in the shower after I call the pizza place. I feel dirty. Can you watch the doorbell while I’m in there?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be done in there in a few minutes,” I say as I head up the stairs.

I’m done pretty quickly in the bedroom. I just have to put some clean sheets on the bed and open the window. So I head down, drop myself on the couch, and start browsing through my timeline on my phone. Then, I hear the shower shut off, and at the same time, the doorbell rings.

I get the pizza and grab some plates on my way back to the living room. I stop in my tracks when I see Audrey coming down the stairs. She’s wearing an old, white t-shirt, which is too short and too tight for her. I noticed her boobs before, but they can’t be missed in this shirt. Her hard nipples only accentuate them more, and I have to tear my eyes away from them. Beneath a stripe of skin that starts just below her belly button, a pair of loose-fitting, blue and white-striped cotton boxer shorts complete her outfit. I know I shouldn’t look at her like this. Especially considering the circumstances we’re in at the moment. But, damn! She looks foxy!

We sit down on the couch next to each other, and once we polished off the pizza, we’re staring blankly at the TV screen where some stupid sitcom is playing. Relaxing a bit now, I realize I’m feeling numb. I can hardly feel any emotions at the moment. It’s like I’m on some shitty drug or something.

“Can I hold you for a moment?” Audrey asks softly, and I can hear her sniff.

“Course! Come on,” I say and extend my arms, feeling the tears welling up again too.

Audrey moves over and straddles my waist. She lies her head on my shoulder and sighs deeply. I can feel her stiff nipples against my chest, and the heat of her groin radiates through my dress pants. But all that is irrelevant now. This little girl needs comforting! I wrap my arms around her and start caressing her back. She’s quiet, but by the sobs of her shoulders, I can tell she’s crying softly.

“You can cry as much as you want. You know that, right?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yeah,” sniff, “I know. But I don’t want to.”

“I know, Lil’ Bit. I know…”

I can still see the TV and feel the sobs every now and then. We sit like this for a long time. Eventually, the sobs wear off, and I feel her starting to breathe deeper. The poor thing. She must be exhausted by all these emotions. I decide to let her sleep like this and watch the sitcom reruns I hate so much. But I can’t reach the remote without waking her, and my phone is just too impractical in the position we’re in now.

About an hour after sitting like this, I notice she moves. Her pelvis moves a bit back and forth. I guess she’s dreaming, and I pay no attention to it. But after a few moments, she moves again. And again. All the while, her groin is rubbing back and forth over my dick, and since I’m only wearing dress pants and boxers, I feel her movements all too well.

The few movements slowly turn into a full-blown dry-humping session. I don’t know if I hear it correctly, but a small groan escapes her throat. Finally, I can’t help it anymore, and before I know it, I’m fully hard. But the grinding doesn’t stop. Audrey’s upper body still lies limply over my torso, but her stiff nipples are poking me in my chest. I’m pretty sure she’s sleeping and having an incredible dream. And I know I have to wake her, but this just feels too good. I didn’t get laid in months, and this action is sure having its effect on me.

I try to hold as still as possible as Audrey picks up the pace. She is moaning by now, and the dampness between her legs is noticeable through my pants. But the real problem I’m having with all this is the buildup I’m feeling in my balls. If she keeps this up, I’ll cream in my pants.

This goes on for a few more minutes as I try and contemplate my options. By the time I’m approaching my point of no return, I decide to wake her up. And that’s when it happens. Her body starts shaking violently, and her legs press firmly into my hips. A deep, animal-like groan comes from her throat, and she stops moving. Her body lies limp against mine again, and, judging by her breathing, Audrey is asleep again.

My throbbing boner keeps twitching against Audrey, and I hope it doesn’t wake her. I let my heartbeat drop by taking deep breaths, hoping my boner will go down soon. But it isn’t easy to steer my thoughts away from what just happened.

After about ten minutes, my boner finally starts to go down, and I try to watch some TV again. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get the feeling of her warm groin against mine out of my head. So I gently rub her face and wake her up.

“Wha… Grss,” Audrey mumbles.

“Let’s get to bed, Lil’ Bit. I’m tired too.”

“Hmm,” she moans, still half asleep.

I help her upstairs and into her room and realize she is basically sleepwalking. When she steps into her bed, I notice the damp spot in her striped boxers. Holy shit! That was a serious cum. I try to ignore it and pull up the blankets. Before I get the chance to say anything, she snores loudly, asleep already. So I kiss her on her forehead and head out of her room, closing the door behind me.

When I enter my room and start pulling my zipper down, I notice an obscene dark spot where my precum leaks through my boxers and pants. “Shit!” I mutter. I don’t have clean ones with me yet. So I get into the bathroom and wipe my pants clean with a wet washcloth. Then, I neatly put my pants over the chair, hoping they dry enough to wear in the morning. I pull off my boxers and lay them on the chair too. I don’t want more of my precum to mess it up even worse.

I crawl under the covers and let the events of the day play in my head again. I usually do this when I’m trying to get to sleep. I find it a very relaxing way to get my head clean. But by the time I get to the events on the couch, I feel my hand wrap itself around my stiff shaft. Only a few tugs and the idea of Audrey riding herself to orgasm on my dick is enough for my cum to splatter all over my chest.

After I clean up, I turn to my side feeling myself drift off quickly.

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