Scratch that itch - Sex Stories

Scratch that itch

Summer vacation of my freshman year in junior high my folks were busy travelling round the country on an extended college visiting trip with my older s*s. They were going to be gone four weeks and figured I was too young to leave on my own so they parked me with some friends of theirs. It was a friend of my old man's from work and his wife. George and Linda. She traveled quite a bit and he worked from home so we had the house to ourselves all day and night except at weekends. He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they'd given me and watched videos and read. It was quite soon after I'd discovered masturbation, so I was doing that quite a bit too. At that age I seemed to have a never-ending need to jerk off. Some of the older boys at school had shown some of us newbies a bunch of porn. All sorts. There had even been some gay stuff. I had never had any experience of anything, so it all excited me. One afternoon I was up there on my bed having a wank and George walked in without knocking. I was lying there naked with my eyes closed, remembering the pictures the older boys had shown in school. And I'd been thinking about what George's cock might look like. He had a stocky build and looked strong. I wondered if he had a nice cock. I imagined sneaking into their bedroom and watching him fucking Linda. Imagined his cock in her cunt. It was a wild ...

... fantasy. I was miles away in my head and didn't hear George enter. But I sensed a presence and looked up. I was so embarrassed. I'd been lying naked with my legs apart stroking my cock and he'd been watching. I jumped off the bed and down to the side away from him saying 'sorry, sorry, sorry'. I felt my face getting hot with my shame. Pulling the buds o George told me it was OK and apologized for barging in. He said he should have known better that to burst in on a young boy with time on his hands and laughed. That made me feel better, but I was still hiding myself down by the side of the bed and wishing he'd go away. But he didn't. He started asking me about what I was doing, how long I'd been at it, did I like it? Stuff like that. I answered the questions even though they were very personal. Somewhere along the way, though, it made me feel more comfortable about the situation. He was so nonchalant about it. He told me about a time when he'd been caught jerking off when he was a lad. How an older man had caught him in the woods and it had ended up with them giving each other hand-jobs. George said 'and some other stuff' but didn't go into details. That was pretty exciting. I hadn't ever thought about wanking off another cock but as he told me the story I felt my cock, which had lost its erection when I bolted off the bed, start to harden again. My hand dropped down to my lap as I sat there on my haunches listening to George tell his tale. When he got to 'and some other stuff' ...