Mom was in the office, and dad was in bed. So, I put a coat on, and snuck out to smoke before I went to sleep.
It wasn’t that cold yet, but all I had on was my night shirt, and shorts. It was a little chilly, but I didn’t have to hot box it to keep my hands warm. I blew it out my nose, and filled up my mouth again to get a good head rush. That always helped me fall asleep.
Then, I heard someone in the side yard, and I though he was shivering. Until I climbed down the stairs, and went around the porch to see him, looking in the window. “Hhuhuhuh!” He didn’t say anything, but he was rubbing his crotch, through his pants.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Huh!” He stopped, and tried to run around me to the gate. On the other side, I stopped him when I recognized him, even through the mask.
“Oh, it’s you.” He stopped and looked down, but he didn’t try to push me out of the way.
“You’re not going to tell your mom?”
I walked back to look in the window. “What, you’re watching her, shop for Christmas?” Yeah, she was dressed for bed, in sweat pants, and a turtle neck, but she wasn’t shopping for underwear or anything. She didn’t have a bra on, I could tell that just from the way they hung lose in her top.
“Well, I was kinda hoping she’s watch some dancing bear before bed.” He didn’t try to run away again, he just stood there on the corner. Right by my mom, and dad’s room, where my dad could hear him, but I guess he had the TV turned up pretty loud.
I laughed, “My mom doesn’t watch dancing bear, does she?” Then, I realized that it might not be my dad’s membership to that. I figured that he was the one watching Blacks on Blondes, but that was so. Well, I hate to say racist, but with a name like Dogfart.com, you kinda have to think it’s a little racist, right?
He laughed, “What did you think, your dad likes to watch male strippers?”
“No? I don’t know, we don’t watch porn together. As a family, they don’t even know that I’m looking at it, yet.” I shrugged, “I guess, if anything I thought that he dreamed about being a male stripper when he was younger.” Before he let himself go, “But now he missed his chance? I don’t know, he’s a full grown man, and I don’t really know what full grown men think, even though he’s my dad and all, he doesn’t talk about sex, with me.”
“Well,” I was hoping he might want to talk about sex with me. Since that was the only way to get complements, that I know. Find a boy that doesn’t neg you, so you can neg yourself, and then he says something like oh no. You’re not fat and ugly, you’re really pretty. Hasn’t anyone ever told you how pretty you are?
Of course, but only if you make them. Middle school boys, mostly. Old enough to look at girls, but still scared to talk to you. Except to neg you, and tell you how feminists got it all wrong, but who wants to go out with a boy like that?
He said “Well,” again, and got his phone out. “What kind of porn do you like to look at?”
“Huh,” my butt burned down enough to feel it warm on my fingers, so I put it out. “Maybe we should go inside where it’s warmer, and I can take this coat off.” He looked down at my bare legs, and fuzzy slippers, which were picking up dirt from the yard, ever since I stepped foot off the porch.
“What about your dad?”
“Well, what about my mom? You obviously know that there’s porn on the internet, so how come you risk sneaking in the yard, just hoping to see her naked?”
“Because she’s real? She’s not like the fake ass women on the internet.”
“Well, why don’t you take me home, and I can show you, on the internet? I’m sure your dad won’t care if you have a girl in your room, right?”
“Well,” he grinned, and shook his head, “I guess what they don’t know won’t hurt me.”
So, we went back around to the gate, which is all the way across the house from the bedrooms, and the office. So, they won’t hear us sneaking out unless they’re in the kitchen, or the living room. “There’s amateur girls, you know. They’re real girls, and they get real orgasms, if you don’t like fake porn star girls faking it.”
I know for sure that my mom wouldn’t like teenager boys looking in the windows, and seeing her naked, even if she does like watching male stripper videos, and does she really masturbate? It’s hard to imagine that, she doesn’t have any dildos, or vibrators. AFAICT, maybe she just hides them better then my friends’ moms, and aunts.
We had to go all the way around both houses, since his driveway was on the other side, but he bent down to sneak me past the windows. “Your mom, and dad still up?”
“Sh!” He was afraid to get caught with me, probably because I’m so young, but hopefully that means he won’t brag to all his friends so they think I’m a big slut that’ll suck off just anybody. Maybe he’ll just tell them she’s older, so they don’t think he’s a child molester for fooling around with a 5th grader. What can I say, I started early?
Not just puberty, which had been going on since last year, but I didn’t have a whole lot to show for it. I know what he wants, since he was looking at my mom, in her night shirt, but I wasn’t going to be able to give him those without a couple more years to fill out to at least a couple of C cups. I guess I feel a little better about fapping to male stripper party videos, now that I know mom does it too. I wonder if I can talk her into getting me a stripper for my sweet 16? As long as dad doesn’t know about it, I’ve got over 5 years to get her used to the idea, if I start soon…
‘we better go down here,’ he kept his voice low, but I giggled when he said go down. Since that’s a nice way of saying oral sex.
“I sure hope so,” I joked, but he shushed me instead of laughing, and got his keys out. It’s not really a basement, but they’ve got steps down to the bottom door. Since we’re on the side of a hill, only half of the ground floor is underground on this side. So, there’s windows, and stuff, but it’s mostly the garage up front, and they’ve got shelves in the back room for wood, and tools, and bricks, and concrete, and stuff. Paint cans, and…
“You want to take your jacket off?” I held it close over my little busom.
Shook my head, “No, let me warm up first, why don’t you take your shirt off for me, you know how to dance?”
“Like dancing bear?” He untucked it.
“Yeah, give me your phone.” When I saw his tummy wasn’t as flat, and muscular as I would have liked, but he had hair under his arms, so that told me something.
“You’re not looking?”
“Hang on a sec.” I typed in [Teenage sex tubes] and clicked on Young Teen Sex Tube when it came up. “Take off your pants, nice and slow, and shake your hips a little. Like this?”
“You want to take your jacket off now?”
“Oh,” I reached up to the collar, and pulled it open until the top snap popped. “Okay.” It’s like one of those big puffy quilted vest, only it’s not filled with feathers, or a nice warm comforter with sleeves, and a hood you can zip in, but it’s not cold enough to wear the hood yet.
So, I unzipped the sipper down to the next snap, and popped that one too. “You really need to practice dancing more.” I put his phone down on the workbench, because they didn’t really have any teen boys in the pictures I saw. Just the same young looking “Teen” girls, like Gina Gerson, (Not to be confused for Gina GersHon, the actress) and categories like Petite.
He stopped, and picked it up when his pants were down to his knees, but he wasn’t hard in his boxer shorts yet. “What are you looking at now?”
He went back to Google and searched for [Amateur Housewife Cam Big Tits] “Huh, it’s still a little chilly, uh!” I touched him, and rubbed his junk through his shorts.
“Well, let me warm it up.” I felt up to his waistband, and pulled it out, to look inside. I giggled, but then I said “Wow, it’s grown a lot bigger since the last time I saw it.” So, he didn’t think I was laughing at his little penis, but it wasn’t hard yet, and I guess it was a little chilly in here.
“When did you look at my dick?”
“When you’re little, and you used to piss in the back yard?” All the time, he didn’t even piss in the corner, or behind a bush. He just whipped it out, and pissed right there, wherever he was playing.
“I didn’t know anyone was looking.”
“Well, you didn’t have any hair on your balls back then.” They shrank back when I stuck my fingers in there to feel them. I had to push his penis out of the way with my thumb, but my fingers were staring to warm up, and the thick padded coat was starting to feel hot. Especially around my chest. “Huh!” So, I stuck my finger in there to pop all the buttons, and unzip it all the way. “I’m getting hot, but you’re not even getting hard yet?”
“Your fingers are cold,” so he pulled my hand out of my pants, and stuck both of them in my jacket, to squeeze my boobs.
“Well, maybe I better warm it up, then.” I pulled his shorts down, and pinched his penis, to hold it up, kiss the tip, and suck it in.
“Huh, yeah.” He pulled the back of my jacket down, so I let go, and he could pull it off my arms. I just held it in my mouth, and felt the blood pump into it. “You’re not wearing a bra.” I shook my head, but now it was pretty chubby, and it stretched out even longer when I pulled it out, sucking hard so the tip stayed in my tight lips.
“Your pussy wet yet?” He stuck his hand down the back of my shorts, so I jumped, and his chubby slipped out.
“Huh, your hands are still cold.” I crossed my arms, and pulled my top up over my head, “But you can warm them up on my boobies.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice, and that helped him get it up, all the way. Fully hard, it was only a little longer than my fingers were wide, but there was enough to grip, and hold the head out, where I could kiss it, and lick it.
“You’re not wearing any panties either?”
“No, I don’t wear underwear to bed, I just put on my jacket, and slippers to come out, and smoke.”
“What size bras you wear?”
“What’s with you guys and underwear, you want to keep asking stupid questions, or you want a blowjob?”
“You want to suck me off?”
“Yeah, but don’t cum in my mouth.”
“Huh!” he moved my hand, and pinched it, before I could even finish saying.
“Until I know if I like the taste.”
“Hhuhuhuh!” He puled my shoulder, so I bent over, and held his dick up so it shot his wad up all over my chest. “Yeah, uh! Fuck yeah.”
“Uh!” I just sat back on a cold hard paper bag of cement.
“I’m sorry, you wanted to suck me off?” He panted out, breathlessly.
“Huh, no. I don’t know what I want exactly,” but I felt it, and wiped it up off my nipple with my fingers, so I could smell them, then stick my tongue out, and taste it. Then, I licked my fingers, and sucked them to get them clean.
“Well, do you like it?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know, it’s not too bad, I guess I can get used to it. Hand me my shirt.”
“Okay, but can you show me your muff, before you go?”
“Yeah,” I pulled out my shorts. “Okay?”
“You don’t shave it?”
“No? Well, I did for summer, but then I got razor rash.” My top stuck to the warm wet mess, though. “So, I thought I’d grow it out for winter. Why, do you want me to shave it?”
“Maybe I could see your pussy better if you did.”
“Okay,” I pulled my shorts out, and tried to put my legs up, but I didn’t want to sit bare assed on the hardened cement bag.
“Maybe I could eat you out?”
“Yeah,” I pulled them back up, “Maybe some other time, and some other place, but I’m cold, and it’s not exactly comfortable down here.” I pointed, “Can you hand me my jacket?”
“Okay, yeah. Maybe I can fuck you next time?”
“Okay, slow down there. Hold your horses, can you get rubbers? Because I’m not on birth control.”
“Well, yeah. Maybe, but you can’t get pregnant if I fuck you up the butt.”
“Huh, let me think about it.” Yeah right. Okay, I figured if I fooled around with him, he might turn out to be one of those boys, but you know the type. He’ll keep nagging you until you let him buttfuck you, and then what? He’ll want you to do threesomes with your friends, and he’ll keep nagging you until you out your bicurious frend, and he’s so bossy, he can’t even hold back long enough to get a full blowjob, and he’s not even that sexy.
He’s just a boy, and yeah he’s got a dick. Hairy balls, and he’s not shooting blanks, but. I guess, until I can do better, he’s better than nothing? He needs to learn to listen, long enough for me to get what I want. As soon as I figure out what it is that I want exactly.
Let’s be realistic, the man I always wanted isn’t realistic. They can’t all be Chris Hemsworth. I guess I’m really disappointed in myself, because here I had a hot horny teenager, right next door, and somehow I let him grow up while I wasn’t looking.
So, I guess he’ll do for now, but he better start working out, or something. Oh good, mom’s done in the computer room, so I can finish myself off to hot hunks fucking tiny teens. Since I only had 1 cigarette, and I wasted it. The next best thing to a head rush is a good orgasm, but at least I won’t be up all night niccing.
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