Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Ten - Sex Stories

Teenage Exploitation Sex Comedy: Chapter Ten

... Olympic-sized. The short end of the L was the shallow part where little kids and their moms, typically, would splash around. There were two diving boards, one a dangerous looking-high dive that all the teenage members would use for belly-flops, back-flips, cannonballs and other dangerous-looking shit. It was a lot for a single lifeguard to manage, but Makennah had been doing it since high school, and when an internship opportunity with the Orange County Register fell apart, she came back home to her old summer job.

Makennah pulled her Corvette up in the lot just outside the pool house, unlocked it, and let Allen in, locking the door back behind him. It was now about 7:45 a.m. Allen went to the men’s side of the pool house to stow his things. He pulled the Ziploc baggie from the small duffel he carried and dumped both pills into a Gatorade bottle. Maria had suggested slipping one in Makennah’s water bottle, but that just seemed really dangerous, and if he got caught, it would absolutely shatter the good mood they shared on the drive over. Then he went into one of the restroom stalls, shot his board shorts to his ankles and kicked them off, and started jerking off with the warming oil.

Holy shit, that feels good, Allen thought, rolling his left wrist and watching his cock slither in and out of his palm. He had shaven all of his pubic hair the night before. Maria didn’t ask him to do that, he thought of it all on his own, using some of his mother’s shaving gel and one of ...

... her leg razors to get it nice and baby smooth. Allen continued to work his dick, massaging the warm oil into his soft pubic skin. Then …

Oh, Jesus fuck, oh fuck … the warm sensation got warmer, and warmer, and now HOT, red fucking hot.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, what have I done to myself, Allen thought. His mind started pinwheeling. All of that oil was going into his freshly shorn scrotum and the tender mound above his cock. It was not relenting. It was only getting hotter. Now it was goddamn scorching and scalding.

“Fuck!” Allen gasped. He thought for a second he was going to burn his dick all the way off. He had gruesome visions of dried-up exploded hot dogs in a microwave oven. Utterly panicked now, he bolted from the restroom for the only thing he knew that might provide relief: The pool.

Allen came running out of the pool house at a dead sprint, past Makennah, who was standing by the door with a skimmer net, waiting to hand it to Allen to ask him to help with getting the pool ready. Instead, this naked jackass, cupping his dick and balls with both hands, blew past her like an all-American running back and took a flying Tarzan dive from the lip along the right side of the shallow end, over the plastic barrier that marked the deep end. He dove all the way to the twelve-foot bottom of the pool and stayed there for a good ten or fifteen seconds, exhaling huge bubbles of pure pain. Finally he surfaced with his back to Makennah, who was absolutely stunned speechless and ...