Control Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Control Ch. 4

... however, if someone had. What my mom said about Mrs. Wheatley, next door was true. She had called about two hours ago and left a message for me on our machine.

The tapping on my window pulled my mind away from my Mrs. Wheatley fantasy. James wasn't lying when he said five minutes. Opening the curtain, I unlocked my window and let him in. He was winded and sweating from his run but when he stepped through the opening, his dick was obviously erect.

“Damn, James,” I joked, “Put that thing away before you hurt yourself.”

With a laugh, my friend replied, “After you. You're as hard as I am.”

“I've been hard all fucking day. That girl is hot as fuck.”

“Did you have any fun with her after I saw you on the street?” James asked.

I told him the story of what my sister and I had done, changing the names of course. You know, to protect the innocent. I couldn't tell him that my sister was the one I was masturbating with. Although he said earlier that he had fucked his mother. I wondered if that was true or just a joke.

“Is she here?” he asked, “I gotta see her.”

Thinking fast, I answered, “No. She had to leave an hour or so ago. Some family emergency.”

“That sucks but at least you got to have some fun with her.”

“I’ll be jacking my dick for days thinking about her. I really wanted to fuck her but she said my dick was too big.”

“Bull shit,” James laughed, It’s not as big as mine. Girls like them big anyway.”

“She is very petite,” I told him, “And my dick ...

... is way bigger than your little Vienna weenie.”

“Whip it out,” he challenged, thinking I wouldn’t.

“You want me to show you?”

Put your money where your mouth is, Bud,” he goaded.

“So, we’re betting on this?” I asked, “How much?”

“I ain’t got no money,” James said, “We can bet something else.”

“Like what?” I asked sourly, “And I already told you, you ain’t fucking my sister.”

“Fuck, man,” he laughed, “The friend is gone. Your sister is off limits, your mom is at work. That just leaves you and your dad.”

“Okay. If you want to bet your cock is bigger than mine, then let’s bet blowjobs,” I challenged.

“Woah,” he said, eyebrows raised, “If mine is bigger then you’re going to suck me?”

“And if mine is bigger, then you’re going to suck me,” I said, offering to seal it with a handshake.

I already knew mine was bigger, having seen him in the boy's showers after football practice. I knew I had at least two more inches than him. Surprisingly, James took my offered handshake and said, “Whip it out, big boy.”

With a tilt of my head and an eye roll, I pushed my shorts to my knees, my rigid cock slapping my belly after springing from the elastic waistband. Hands on my hips I wagged my cock back and forth in front of my friend, “Your turn dickhead.”

His eyes closed in defeat and I saw the life drain out of his soul. He knew the second he saw my hard dick that he had lost. Shaking his head in disbelief, he just stood there staring at my cock.

“Whip it ...