A young man's summer [full story] - Sex Stories

A young man's summer [full story]

... down at my tented shorts I’d thought were hidden behind the counter. “Yes, I can tell.” I’m glad she didn’t look back as she strolled away, my face was hot with embarrassment, so much so, that my throbbing dick quickly shrank back to hide amid the wet folds of my shorts. The girl that I was spelling came back from break then and I set off on my regular trash run, finding that Mia’s spot on the sun deck was abandoned and her black sports car was gone from the lot. That night as I stroked my cock I held a vision of Mia in my mind’s eye, I imagined having her on top of me, my hands gripping her slim waist, ramming my hard cock up into her wet pussy. I purposely stroked my dick very slowly, savoring the feeling and the vision, when I finally did allow myself to cum, my first ejaculation hit the wall above my head, and streamed across my upturned face, down my neck and chest, the numerous powerful squirts drenched me all over, leaving me spent and shuddering in the aftermath. Six hours later, I awoke with my hand on my hard cock again so I repeated jacking off, this time imagining I was behind that tiny brown ass, cramming my dick into it’s limit before spraying my cum into her shivering body. I’d thought ahead this time and didn’t just let my cum fly, catching it instead, in the towel I had used to clean up the previous mess. I soaked a really large spot this time too. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. I always rode my bike to work, it was nearly 3 miles across town to ...

... the city sports complex, but I was used to riding a lot and it was only a matter of a few minutes along back streets for me to get there. The day after meeting Mia; as I waited for a light to turn I espied her small black sports car coming. As she drove past, her window came down and with a wave of her small hand, my dick got instantly hard. I was stunned, I sat there until a car behind me honked, the light obviously green for a few seconds, I quickly peddled the last two blocks to the sports complex and with my breath still ragged, fell into the routine of getting set up and ready to open. I was distracted, and disappointed that Mia didn’t show up that day, it made for a very long shift. As I headed home, I was still thinking about Mia and didn’t notice I had a low tire until I’d run it off the rim and tore the tube. ‘Fuck, Crap, Son of a Bitch,’ I cussed under my breath. I had my tool kit, but no extra tube, which meant I had to walk my bike a couple of blocks off my usual route to get the part I needed. I called my mom and told her I’d be a little late, needing to fix the flat. She told me it was no problem, my dinner would be in the microwave, she and dad were going out with Marge and Ray, and wouldn’t be back until very late. [I couldn’t help but think about what Marge had told me about them swapping in the past.] I got to the shop, and took my bike into the open garage doors, not feeling especially mechanical, I just told them to replace the tube, I didn’t mind the $5 ...