Just the Six of Us Ch.2 - Sex Stories

Just the Six of Us Ch.2

... the conversations they had were so damn ridiculous! Hair and makeup, boys, parties, reality television, it was all retarded to him. It was like he was living near a PMS tornado in an estrogen hurricane, desperately trying not to get swept away and still dealing with raging hormones to boot. His mind began to inevitably replay the events of this morning, the dream, Emma, the shower. FUCK. Why did Danni have to pop into his head when he was masturbating? Fuck her, the nosy slut, always butting in where she wasn't wanted. Damnit, fuck her. "Yeah, go fuck her" "Stop it, damn you. That's so damn wrong!" he'd gotten far too loud now, in his head at least. Why had he felt the need to vocalize her name, and with Emma there! He felt himself getting flustered again and headed to the shed to find the lawn mower. He looked at the sun. It was barely up over the horizon. Screw it if the neighbors get upset. He didn't care if it was early. He bent over to check the gas and oil. He liked to think that it was an evil presence in his mind that was making him think all of these things. He didn't know if it was really there or if it was a natural part of being a teenager. It had only started causing him grief recently. He'd only started getting interested in girls until he was out of high school. Having your parents die when you are still young does strange things to people. All through junior high and high school he hadn't really had a girlfriend. Quite obviously, he wasn't interested in boys ...

... but he'd just never really pursued any girls. It wasn't that he wasn't attracted to them or get horny, he was and did. He just turned all that energy behind it to sports. Football, soccer, cross country, track, all of those he could understand. They translated well for him and they were where he had focused most of his frustrations. Bending over, he yanked on the starter cord and the mower roared to life. College though, was different. He'd gone to a small town high school. Football was everything in Texas. If you didn't play, you didn't exist. If you did, you were popular. If you were good, you became a God among the locals. His s****rs were stunned when he'd declined playing college football, though he'd been offered a few scholarships. He'd grown tired of it. He'd decided to put it behind him and focus on getting a degree, finding a good job and his place in the world. He hadn't realized how much of his horny, crazy psyche he'd either repressed or even only restrained through his strenuous sports workout schedule. He slowly mowed around the small peach tree he'd planted in the backyard for Beth, not wanting to damage the thin layer of bark at the base. It was like someone had turned on a fire hydrant but only had a water hose to use with it. A sex hydrant, a rampaging sex filled fire hydrant running loose in his brain, continually r****g the other loose thoughts in his head. He felt like his head was bursting at the seams and just knew that a horde of little pussies and ...