There was this boy I didn’t know in the house when I got home, so I asked “What are you doing in here?”
“Playing hide and seek,” he said, “Go hide.”
“Okay,” I dropped my books, “But count over, no fair following me.”
I checked the bathroom first, not knowing where anybody was, or even how many kids were in the house, but then my dad came in. I was hiding in the bathtub, but he was right behind me, since he gave me a ride home from school.
So then, I heard him ask “Who’re you,” and the boy said his name was Waylon. Then, he came in the bathroom, and I heard his belt buckle next. I was expecting him to put the seat up to pee, but he didn’t. Then, I was afraid he was going to come in and take a shower, after work. Finally, I heard the blinds over the toilet, and peeked out the shower curtain.
He was straddling the toilet bowl, with his pants down, and one arm up to peek under the blinds. That window is real short, so nobody tries to look in on you on the toilet, or getting out of the shower. “Huh!” He smiled, and started shaking, before I looked over, and saw his hand.
Shaking his dick in his hand, and it was hard. I knew my brother had started getting boners, and beating off. Especially in the morning, but I didn’t even think about my dad. Even having sex, mom left, and got remarried. Had another kid, and now she was pregnant again, but dad.
“Huh uh! Huh!” He slowed down, and stopped patting his hip right away. I covered up my mouth, and shook my head, but I could still hear the wet splats hard on the back of the toilet. “Uhhhh!” He pulled his pants up, and buckled his belt, then he ran water in the sink to wash his hands, and then he left.
I giggled quietly, and came out, but only to stand up on the side of the bathtub. That way, I could lean over, and look out the window. It turns out that the house next door doesn’t have the bathroom window in the exact same place. He was watching Mrs. Scott washing dishes through the kitchen window.
She looked hot, and sweaty, her bangs were sticking to her forehead, and her top was unbuttoned way down low. So, her boobs shook, and jiggled while she scrubbed something or other really hard.
“There you are,” Waylon came in, and I dropped the blinds. “What are you doing up there?”
“Look,” I waved him over, then remembered. “Lock the door.”
“Okay,” he turned back, and then i put the lid down on the toilet, so he could stand on it. I grabbed him to hold onto, but he held onto the window sill, and the blinds up to peep at Mrs. Scott.
“She’s hot huh?”
“Yeah,” he jumped, and dropped the blinds when I touched his crotch.
“Sh! You want to get caught with me? Try to keep quiet, or my brother’ll get mad, and tell my dad.”
“What, that I let you touch me?”
“Sh!” I just shook my head, and unzipped hos pants, to feel around in there, and rub his dick hard. I leaned over, and whispered, ‘just look at her tits. you like her tits, huh?’
‘yeah, but she went away to put something. Oh she’s back.’
‘just watch her scrub the pots and pans.” I managed to fish it out of the flies before he got hard, but how do boys deal with that? The double flap, on their briefs, I thought that was supposed to make it easier to pee, and whack off.
‘huh, yeah. scrub those dishes, scrub them hard, uh!” He humped, and hunched, so I had to grab his twitching peener again when it slipped out, but then he got down on his knees. “Uhn!” On the toilet seat, squeezing them together, and breathing real hard.
Well, that was easy! I mean quick, and even dad didn’t last long looking at Mrs. Scott’s big old boobies.
“No sperm?” I checked my hands, and the back of the toilet when he backed off.
“Not yet,” even the puddles on the back of the toilet lid were smeared, and I giggled when I saw him wash his hands. He missed a spot on his arm, but I didn’t tell him that, and I wonder if the other boys would see it, and know what it was. Maybe they’d think he was jerking off in here, a lot of boys do that. Well, my dad isn’t a boy, but I wonder if he gets big boners when he’s asleep, and wet dreams, and that made me think about it sticking straight up in the air. Cumming like a fountain, and shooting his sperm high in the dark, to spray all over the place.
I giggled, and washed my hands, but I was smart enough to flush the toilet. As if i was in here using it, instead of watching dad beat off, and giving Waylon a hand job. His first hand-job, but when I came out, he was waiting for me in the hall.
“She’s it.”
So, I started counting to 60, hoping to find him next, and wondering how long it would take for him to get it up again.
I bet next time, he’d let me suck it in my mouth…