Nearly true
I knocked around a lot with a mate called Dennis. We did a lot together: watched and played football, shared chores, and generally just had a good time. He was a year older than me, but he treated me the same anyway.
His Mum asked us to sort out her patio. It was about 50 m2 of dirty, green, overgrown weeds, with a flagstone-and-concrete area outside the back door. However, it was south-facing and a prime sunbathing area for a hard-working Mum.
Dennis's Mum, Nancy, had divorced his Dad and taken up with a truck driver, who was away from home and unable to help out this weekend. The weatherman promised it would be hot.
Bribing us with a pizza and a beer (maybe), we set about clearing the space, bagging up the weeds and putting them out front for when the truck and driver could take them to the refuse area. Half-done by 10.30, Dennis's Mum appeared with bacon rolls and cold drinks; at the same time, Dennis's sister, Libby, appeared and complained about how long it was taking to wind Dennis up.
I didn't care. Libby was a couple of years older than Dennis, had a tight arse and more than a handful of tits; she was always pleasant to me and was great wanking material when I was alone.
Break over, we cracked on. The temperature was rising, and both Dennis and I were sweating. We took our tee sheets off, and Nancy came rushing out with the largest economical bottle of not-very-nice-smelling sun cream and slathered us both up, her long red nails occasionally digging into my flesh as she worked the cream in.
While Dennis and I were finishing moving twelve bags of rubbish and weeds around to the front, Nancy reappeared in a swimsuit top, almost not large enough to hold her large, perfect breasts, and a pair of shorts. She appeared with cleaning materials and wiped the patio table and chairs, making her tits jiggle in the thin material. Each time I looked over, hoping the material would give way, I was sure her nipples were poking harder, and her tits were bigger every time I looked.
Finished, we stood looking at our handiwork. As Nancy stepped away from the table, we grabbed a couple of chairs and pretended to collapse, worn out.
Minutes later, Dennis yelped, and I opened my eyes to a fridge-cold Bud Light held in perfect red-tipped fingers before my face. His sister had attacked Dennis, and the cold bottle had startled him. His sister stood before me, perfect in a green two-piece swim costume, firm tits not swaying but fixed to her slim build.
Thanks, I said as I took the beer. She put her drink on the table. She turned. I saw her perfect ass, covered by a small piece of material straining to hold the cheeks together, as she moved away and took one of the other seats opposite me.
Leaning back, Dennis slapped my thigh and said thanks for the help. It was no problem, I said, and we touched bottlenecks.
"Hey, boys, not quite finished yet," said Nancy. "When you are ready, can you get the sun loungers from the shed at the bottom of the garden?"
Dennis stood and said it was best to do it now, and I followed him to the shed. As we opened the door, some heat escaped, but a hot, humid block of still air remained inside the shed. The white plastic sun loungers were heavy and awkward to extract. Dust and cobwebs covered them, and they landed on us as we moved them outside.
We were now sweating and covered in dirt as we carried them up to the patio, with Nancy directing where to put them. She inspected them. Her top needed occasional adjustment to stop those magnificent tits from falling out.
While carrying the second one up, Nancy cleaned the first, and Libby carried out cushions and towels.
I watched from my chair at the table as Nancy and Libby set about setting up the loungers. The job finished, Libby lay on her front, pulled her hair into a bun, and flopped into a sleeping pose. Nancy reached for the sunscreen, and Libby, reacting to the cold cream being applied, wiggled under her Mum's hands.
Finished, Nancy moved across to her lounger. She undid her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a triangle of material covering her front and too small a piece of material covering her arse. Sitting with one leg on each side meant her triangle wasn't quite big enough to cover all of her.
Still, she adjusted the material as best she could and rubbed the sunscreen into her chest, arms and thighs.
I was hoping nobody would notice the growing tent pole in my shorts, but Dennis looked over and slapped my chest with the back of his hand. He grimaced at the thought of me perving over his Mum.
"Why don't you boys clean up, and I'll think about lunch?" said Nancy.
Pushing my growing boner to one side, I followed Dennis upstairs past the linen cupboard, where we picked up towels, then into the bathroom. It was functional, not spacious, and the shower over the bath had a plastic screen to stop water from flooding the room.
Room for two, just. We both stripped. We had seen everything before, as we were also Jerk buds. On occasions, we would wank over some Swedish/Danish porn magazines found in a plastic bag in a nearby wood. The mags showed explicit pictures and captions of cock, cunt, and arse, all very hot and very wankable.
I dropped my shorts and pissed into the toilet, my boner deflating almost completely, while Dennis got the shower going. His knob was a bit longer than mine and cut. Mine was already veiny, uncut, and slightly thicker. Stepping into the shower, Dennis started to soap up. I stepped in, nearly slipped, and held his shoulder as I leaned in to get wet. Dennis slapped the sponge against me and handed it over.
The dirt ran down the drain and eventually ran clear. Dennis had been playing with his cock and was semi-hard when he suggested a new game. Instead of pissing up a wall, what about a cum shot up the shower wall? Under his direction, we stood against the cold tiles of the bathroom, still under the now very lukewarm water spray of the shower and started to tug at our cocks, me left-handed, him right-handed.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, our cocks hardened, his left hand on my thigh, my right on his butt cheek, Dennis's hand moved my hand away from my cock. His hand took its place and carried on stroking my cock shaft, returning the favour I took over stroking his shaft. We came almost together, his cock splat an inch or so higher, so he claimed the win, but the volume and consistency win was mine.
We stepped out and semi-dried ourselves, both of our cocks returning to semi-hard under the rough treatment from cheap towels. We walked naked to Dennis's bedroom. Again, the room was functional, and neither of us had much stuff back then, so there was plenty of space for us.
"Want to look at some pics?" Dennis asked.
"Why not?" I answered, and from his bottom drawer came out a well-thumbed porn mag, some pages stuck together, but enough left for a good pervy look.
Causally stroking our shafts, talking about the pictures, we air-dried. We paused at a centre spread. It had been a series about a foursome, and the guys were sucking each other's cocks in a 69 position while the girls kissed and fingered their hairy cunts. We have talked about this scene many times, but have not yet done it. No girlfriends to finger their cunts either. Without saying anything, Dennis's hand reached over and started to thumb and finger wank my shaft. I lay back, looking at the ceiling. Dennis's mouth suddenly covered my bellend. He pushed down too far and too hard and choked.
Lifting his head, he moved to straddle my face. His bollocks and cock are in easy reach of my mouth. I could feel Dennis try again to swallow my now very hard cock while wanking the shaft.
I licked his shaft and ballsack and somehow got his hard erection over my mouth. Once there, I opened my mouth, and his knob end slipped over my lips. We both grunted and got used to the sensations. I felt sensory deprived, hearing and sight impaired, hearing by Dennis's thighs and sight by a pair of hairy hanging balls dangling over me. On the other hand, my taste was heightened by Dennis's leaking cock and feel by Dennis's hot mouth swallowing an increasing length of my cock.
No idea how long we were locked in this position, but both our efforts were having the right results on our cocks and balls. Our balls were tightening. My knob head was about to burst when Dennis stopped and rolled off, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I looked at him, then at where he was looking. We froze.
Just inside the doorway was Nancy, one foot lifted on a chair seat, her eyes closed. One hand had pushed the swim material holding her tit to the side and was now squeezing the flesh and pinching the nipple. The other hand had moved aside the triangle covering her cunt. Three fingers were sliding along her labia, one disappearing into her cunt only to reappear wet. I started to move my hand to cock, worried I might break the moment.
Both Dennis and I were transfixed, and seconds later, Nancy whimpered. Her foot on the chair shook, and her leg trembled as she squeezed her tit harder and clenched her thighs around her wet hand. She opened her eyes to see us looking at her and closed them as her climax overtook her. A low guttural groan left her mouth.
Before I could get my hand to my cock it splat ropes of sticky jizz over my belly and chest, as did Dennis's
Nancy, turning towards the door, said not a word understand. Clean up. Lunch is ready.
His Mum asked us to sort out her patio. It was about 50 m2 of dirty, green, overgrown weeds, with a flagstone-and-concrete area outside the back door. However, it was south-facing and a prime sunbathing area for a hard-working Mum.
Dennis's Mum, Nancy, had divorced his Dad and taken up with a truck driver, who was away from home and unable to help out this weekend. The weatherman promised it would be hot.
Bribing us with a pizza and a beer (maybe), we set about clearing the space, bagging up the weeds and putting them out front for when the truck and driver could take them to the refuse area. Half-done by 10.30, Dennis's Mum appeared with bacon rolls and cold drinks; at the same time, Dennis's sister, Libby, appeared and complained about how long it was taking to wind Dennis up.
I didn't care. Libby was a couple of years older than Dennis, had a tight arse and more than a handful of tits; she was always pleasant to me and was great wanking material when I was alone.
Break over, we cracked on. The temperature was rising, and both Dennis and I were sweating. We took our tee sheets off, and Nancy came rushing out with the largest economical bottle of not-very-nice-smelling sun cream and slathered us both up, her long red nails occasionally digging into my flesh as she worked the cream in.
While Dennis and I were finishing moving twelve bags of rubbish and weeds around to the front, Nancy reappeared in a swimsuit top, almost not large enough to hold her large, perfect breasts, and a pair of shorts. She appeared with cleaning materials and wiped the patio table and chairs, making her tits jiggle in the thin material. Each time I looked over, hoping the material would give way, I was sure her nipples were poking harder, and her tits were bigger every time I looked.
Finished, we stood looking at our handiwork. As Nancy stepped away from the table, we grabbed a couple of chairs and pretended to collapse, worn out.
Minutes later, Dennis yelped, and I opened my eyes to a fridge-cold Bud Light held in perfect red-tipped fingers before my face. His sister had attacked Dennis, and the cold bottle had startled him. His sister stood before me, perfect in a green two-piece swim costume, firm tits not swaying but fixed to her slim build.
Thanks, I said as I took the beer. She put her drink on the table. She turned. I saw her perfect ass, covered by a small piece of material straining to hold the cheeks together, as she moved away and took one of the other seats opposite me.
Leaning back, Dennis slapped my thigh and said thanks for the help. It was no problem, I said, and we touched bottlenecks.
"Hey, boys, not quite finished yet," said Nancy. "When you are ready, can you get the sun loungers from the shed at the bottom of the garden?"
Dennis stood and said it was best to do it now, and I followed him to the shed. As we opened the door, some heat escaped, but a hot, humid block of still air remained inside the shed. The white plastic sun loungers were heavy and awkward to extract. Dust and cobwebs covered them, and they landed on us as we moved them outside.
We were now sweating and covered in dirt as we carried them up to the patio, with Nancy directing where to put them. She inspected them. Her top needed occasional adjustment to stop those magnificent tits from falling out.
While carrying the second one up, Nancy cleaned the first, and Libby carried out cushions and towels.
I watched from my chair at the table as Nancy and Libby set about setting up the loungers. The job finished, Libby lay on her front, pulled her hair into a bun, and flopped into a sleeping pose. Nancy reached for the sunscreen, and Libby, reacting to the cold cream being applied, wiggled under her Mum's hands.
Finished, Nancy moved across to her lounger. She undid her shorts and pulled them down, revealing a triangle of material covering her front and too small a piece of material covering her arse. Sitting with one leg on each side meant her triangle wasn't quite big enough to cover all of her.
Still, she adjusted the material as best she could and rubbed the sunscreen into her chest, arms and thighs.
I was hoping nobody would notice the growing tent pole in my shorts, but Dennis looked over and slapped my chest with the back of his hand. He grimaced at the thought of me perving over his Mum.
"Why don't you boys clean up, and I'll think about lunch?" said Nancy.
Pushing my growing boner to one side, I followed Dennis upstairs past the linen cupboard, where we picked up towels, then into the bathroom. It was functional, not spacious, and the shower over the bath had a plastic screen to stop water from flooding the room.
Room for two, just. We both stripped. We had seen everything before, as we were also Jerk buds. On occasions, we would wank over some Swedish/Danish porn magazines found in a plastic bag in a nearby wood. The mags showed explicit pictures and captions of cock, cunt, and arse, all very hot and very wankable.
I dropped my shorts and pissed into the toilet, my boner deflating almost completely, while Dennis got the shower going. His knob was a bit longer than mine and cut. Mine was already veiny, uncut, and slightly thicker. Stepping into the shower, Dennis started to soap up. I stepped in, nearly slipped, and held his shoulder as I leaned in to get wet. Dennis slapped the sponge against me and handed it over.
The dirt ran down the drain and eventually ran clear. Dennis had been playing with his cock and was semi-hard when he suggested a new game. Instead of pissing up a wall, what about a cum shot up the shower wall? Under his direction, we stood against the cold tiles of the bathroom, still under the now very lukewarm water spray of the shower and started to tug at our cocks, me left-handed, him right-handed.
Standing shoulder to shoulder, our cocks hardened, his left hand on my thigh, my right on his butt cheek, Dennis's hand moved my hand away from my cock. His hand took its place and carried on stroking my cock shaft, returning the favour I took over stroking his shaft. We came almost together, his cock splat an inch or so higher, so he claimed the win, but the volume and consistency win was mine.
We stepped out and semi-dried ourselves, both of our cocks returning to semi-hard under the rough treatment from cheap towels. We walked naked to Dennis's bedroom. Again, the room was functional, and neither of us had much stuff back then, so there was plenty of space for us.
"Want to look at some pics?" Dennis asked.
"Why not?" I answered, and from his bottom drawer came out a well-thumbed porn mag, some pages stuck together, but enough left for a good pervy look.
Causally stroking our shafts, talking about the pictures, we air-dried. We paused at a centre spread. It had been a series about a foursome, and the guys were sucking each other's cocks in a 69 position while the girls kissed and fingered their hairy cunts. We have talked about this scene many times, but have not yet done it. No girlfriends to finger their cunts either. Without saying anything, Dennis's hand reached over and started to thumb and finger wank my shaft. I lay back, looking at the ceiling. Dennis's mouth suddenly covered my bellend. He pushed down too far and too hard and choked.
Lifting his head, he moved to straddle my face. His bollocks and cock are in easy reach of my mouth. I could feel Dennis try again to swallow my now very hard cock while wanking the shaft.
I licked his shaft and ballsack and somehow got his hard erection over my mouth. Once there, I opened my mouth, and his knob end slipped over my lips. We both grunted and got used to the sensations. I felt sensory deprived, hearing and sight impaired, hearing by Dennis's thighs and sight by a pair of hairy hanging balls dangling over me. On the other hand, my taste was heightened by Dennis's leaking cock and feel by Dennis's hot mouth swallowing an increasing length of my cock.
No idea how long we were locked in this position, but both our efforts were having the right results on our cocks and balls. Our balls were tightening. My knob head was about to burst when Dennis stopped and rolled off, pulling his cock out of my mouth. I looked at him, then at where he was looking. We froze.
Just inside the doorway was Nancy, one foot lifted on a chair seat, her eyes closed. One hand had pushed the swim material holding her tit to the side and was now squeezing the flesh and pinching the nipple. The other hand had moved aside the triangle covering her cunt. Three fingers were sliding along her labia, one disappearing into her cunt only to reappear wet. I started to move my hand to cock, worried I might break the moment.
Both Dennis and I were transfixed, and seconds later, Nancy whimpered. Her foot on the chair shook, and her leg trembled as she squeezed her tit harder and clenched her thighs around her wet hand. She opened her eyes to see us looking at her and closed them as her climax overtook her. A low guttural groan left her mouth.
Before I could get my hand to my cock it splat ropes of sticky jizz over my belly and chest, as did Dennis's
Nancy, turning towards the door, said not a word understand. Clean up. Lunch is ready.
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