It was gonna be another lonely afternoon, again I was riding the bus home. My sister Trish was sitting about 5 seats up ahead of me, talking and giggling with her friend Susan. Probably talking about sex as always. Usually comparing there boyfriends cock sizes, cause after all we know size matters.
Ever had your sister call you out to being smaller than her boyfriend?
In case you haven’t it’s an unnerving feeling to say the least. Unfortunately though in times of intense sexual desire and complete carelessness she’s walked in on me as I was jerking off.
And I’ve caught her in moments of passion also, but being the gentleman that I try to be mature and not call her out in disrespectful ways.
But she is known to be the ultimate bitch in my life at the time, but that is quite normal for us.
Speaking of jerking off though I had this amazing boner at the time and was so looking forward to getting to my room so I could strip down and make love to my fist.
The bus finally stops I get up and walk up towards Trish as she gathered her books and things. As she steps forward I look down at Susan and noticed she smiled at me, I then noticed she sort downwards towards my crotch. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
I didn’t say nothing but just smiled back at her as I moved along my way, feeling her gazing stare on my tight little ass.
Interesting I thought to myself since Trish has got me labeled as a fucking small, why is her friend checking me out so hard?
We exit the bus and I share my last cigarette with her.
“ I see your riding the bus again? “
She points out obnoxiously.
“ It’s broke down, you know that! “
“ You being a senior and all, you should have friends! That slut you date should give you a ride home. “
“ She’s got a job! She’s got to work. “
I pointed out to her.
“ Work?…No teenager should be working as much as she does! “
“ She likes nice things. “
I pointed out to her.
“ I think she’s fucking around on you! “
“ Okay why ain’t your boyfriend giving you a ride home? “
“ Well he’s got practice and got to be with the guys. “
“ Got to be with the guys Hu?…You can’t convince him to come out of the closet? “
“ He’s not gay! “
Trish argues back to me.
“ If he’s not he should be with you, or you should be with him watching him practice. Why doesn’t he want you there? “
Trish gets all quiet as she takes the last draw from the cigarette before thumping it off into the street.
Trish is a good looking girl, she’s brunette and tall at 5’11. With long sexy legs a slim to toned figure and nice round tits.
She should have the guys lined up to take her out, but instead she’s walking home from the bus stop with her looser brother.
We go inside the house and go our separate ways, she goes upstairs I go downstairs to my room.
I quickly take off my Members only jacket then my preppy button up dress shirt. My pecs bulge from my white wife beater tank top.
I’m no jock but I have been making some decent gains in muscle at the time. I then take the wife beater off and flex in front of the mirror for a moment before unfastening my Levi’s.
I then stand there admiring how good my cock looked pressed hard against my white Fruit of the Loom briefs.
With that perfect packaged look.
I then proceeded to slip off my boots and socks, before again standing in front of the mirror, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs slowly I slip them down, my cock stands rock hard, it pulsed powerfully as I gently grasped it in my right hand.
And just as I started to stroke, the fucking doorbell rings.
“ Damnit! “
I say looking up at the ceiling while hearing Trish stomping throughout the house towards the front door.
The door then slams shut.
“ That’s downstairs it’s one of your friends! “
She yells from the top of the stairs.
“ Great!…Just fucking great! “
You know there should be some unspoken rule that every guy should have time to jerk off before company comes over?
Of course I’m assuming that this is one of my looser friends, cause that’s the only kind of friends I have in my depressing life anyway.
So I pull back up my jeans, fastened them. Then put back on my tank top, grabbed another pack of smokes and lighter from my desk drawer and proceeded to go see who was here to waist my time.
Ever had your sister call you out to being smaller than her boyfriend?
In case you haven’t it’s an unnerving feeling to say the least. Unfortunately though in times of intense sexual desire and complete carelessness she’s walked in on me as I was jerking off.
And I’ve caught her in moments of passion also, but being the gentleman that I try to be mature and not call her out in disrespectful ways.
But she is known to be the ultimate bitch in my life at the time, but that is quite normal for us.
Speaking of jerking off though I had this amazing boner at the time and was so looking forward to getting to my room so I could strip down and make love to my fist.
The bus finally stops I get up and walk up towards Trish as she gathered her books and things. As she steps forward I look down at Susan and noticed she smiled at me, I then noticed she sort downwards towards my crotch. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open.
I didn’t say nothing but just smiled back at her as I moved along my way, feeling her gazing stare on my tight little ass.
Interesting I thought to myself since Trish has got me labeled as a fucking small, why is her friend checking me out so hard?
We exit the bus and I share my last cigarette with her.
“ I see your riding the bus again? “
She points out obnoxiously.
“ It’s broke down, you know that! “
“ You being a senior and all, you should have friends! That slut you date should give you a ride home. “
“ She’s got a job! She’s got to work. “
I pointed out to her.
“ Work?…No teenager should be working as much as she does! “
“ She likes nice things. “
I pointed out to her.
“ I think she’s fucking around on you! “
“ Okay why ain’t your boyfriend giving you a ride home? “
“ Well he’s got practice and got to be with the guys. “
“ Got to be with the guys Hu?…You can’t convince him to come out of the closet? “
“ He’s not gay! “
Trish argues back to me.
“ If he’s not he should be with you, or you should be with him watching him practice. Why doesn’t he want you there? “
Trish gets all quiet as she takes the last draw from the cigarette before thumping it off into the street.
Trish is a good looking girl, she’s brunette and tall at 5’11. With long sexy legs a slim to toned figure and nice round tits.
She should have the guys lined up to take her out, but instead she’s walking home from the bus stop with her looser brother.
We go inside the house and go our separate ways, she goes upstairs I go downstairs to my room.
I quickly take off my Members only jacket then my preppy button up dress shirt. My pecs bulge from my white wife beater tank top.
I’m no jock but I have been making some decent gains in muscle at the time. I then take the wife beater off and flex in front of the mirror for a moment before unfastening my Levi’s.
I then stand there admiring how good my cock looked pressed hard against my white Fruit of the Loom briefs.
With that perfect packaged look.
I then proceeded to slip off my boots and socks, before again standing in front of the mirror, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs slowly I slip them down, my cock stands rock hard, it pulsed powerfully as I gently grasped it in my right hand.
And just as I started to stroke, the fucking doorbell rings.
“ Damnit! “
I say looking up at the ceiling while hearing Trish stomping throughout the house towards the front door.
The door then slams shut.
“ That’s downstairs it’s one of your friends! “
She yells from the top of the stairs.
“ Great!…Just fucking great! “
You know there should be some unspoken rule that every guy should have time to jerk off before company comes over?
Of course I’m assuming that this is one of my looser friends, cause that’s the only kind of friends I have in my depressing life anyway.
So I pull back up my jeans, fastened them. Then put back on my tank top, grabbed another pack of smokes and lighter from my desk drawer and proceeded to go see who was here to waist my time.