You remember following Janice across the hall to her apartment. Dinner sounded good -- especially after the appetizers she and her daughter had already given you.
She opens the door and utters a shocked gasp. You look over her shoulder and follow her gaze. There, on the couch, you see Jennifer. Appearance-wise, she looks a lot like last time you saw her -- naked, in a 69 position. Only this time, it isn't your cock in her mouth or your tongue on her clit. Instead, it's some boy whom you deduce to be Alex, given that's what Janice shouts as she grabs him and pulls him off of her daughter.
Alex stands sheepishly next to you while Janice pulls Jennifer from the couch and drags her to her room, screaming at her all the way about "I don't kbow where you get this sluttiness, young lady, but in my day..."
You think her argument might carry a little more weight if she didn't still have some of your spunk visible above her left eyebrow.
The door to Jennifer's room slams, and the sound of the scolding muffles somewhat. You turn your attention to Alex. He's somewhat dazed by the experience and doesn't notice just how much you are enjoying looking at his lean, fit frame, black hair, and erect 7-inch cock, still wet with his girlfriend's saliva.
"Hey, you better clear out of here, Alex," you say, handing him his boxers and scooping up the rest of his clothes. "Come with me. You can get dressed at my place."
Alex follows your lead, but when he gets to your apartment, he just crashes on your couch, making no effort to put on anything more than his boxers. Probably a good idea. He's so hard that he'd undoubtedly get it caught in his zipper if he tried.
"Can you believe my fucking luck?" he asks. His hair is wet with sweat, and his chest is glistening. What you wouldn't give to drill him right now!
"What's the matter, Alex?"
"I've been planning this date with Jennifer all week. We weee going to go out, then come back to my place, since my parents are out of town. I was gonna get laid, man! But when I got there to pick her up, she wanted to do it right away. Said her mom wasn't home. Now I'm all turned on, and I'm probably not going to be allowed to see her for months!"
Alex asks if you have anything to drink. You tell him to help himself to the fridge. As he walks by, you gaze longingly at the erection threatening to break free of the boxers, wondering how you are going to get it. Alex comes back with a beer in his hand. He looks at you, questioningly, wondering if you will tell him he is too young. You just grin and shrug your shoulders.
"Alex, what you need to do is relax... Get your mind off of it, and you won't be as horny. Try taking a cold shower. Be sure it's cold, otherwise it will be hard to avoid thinking of Jennifer being in the shower with you, rubbing her wet, soapy body all over yours.
"Oh fuck," said Alex, as his eyes took on a glassy look. He slammed the rest of his beer, so you go get him another.
"Yes, you definitely want to keep your mind off of sex. Don't be thinking of how hot her mouth felt on your cock... How her tongue massaged your shaft and her lips stroked it...."
Alex downs the second beer, and he seems to be staring off in the distance as his hand begins to rub his crotch.
"I know it can be difficult," you continue. "It takes a lot of practice keeping your mind off of how much you would like someone -- anyone -- to take hold of your cock and start stroking it..."
You put your hand on Alex's bare thigh, experimentally, and when he doesn't resist, you move it upward.
"Yes, a handjob would feel awesome, but don't think about it, or you won't be able to stop imagining how much you really need a blowjob... How good it would feel to have a hot, wet mouth on that hard, thick shaft of yours... Licking and sucking until you get the release you so desperately need..."
By now, Alex has pulled his dick out of the front of his boxers. He is stroking it as you talk. Now he looks at you, pleadingly. You know he wants it. Granted, you got him drunk, but he still wants it.
And you don't disappoint him. As turned on as he is, you have to go slow, or he'll blow in 4 seconds. So you go slow, teasing him... Tickling his shaft with your fingertips... Kissing his balls... Licking around his ass...
You were right... It didn't take him long. He shot such a load that half of it ended up dribbling out of your mouth onto the couch. Fortunately, being young, he was hard again in minutes, and he willingly let you lead him to your bed.
Ah yes... So THAT'S who is about to get a load of your jizz in the mouth. The roughness of the light stubble on his chin rubs against your balls, confirming his identity. That's a good sign. You half expected that when he sobered up and realized what he had done that he would freak out. Instead, here he was, sober as could be and about 5 seconds away from his liquid breakfast.
You let out a cry and thrust your hips upward, shooting deep into Alex's throat. You watch him, gagging at the load, but smiling up at you, looking as sexy as fuck.
You look at the clock and try to remember what day it is. If it's Monday, you need to hurry up and get to school. If it's Sunday, you have time to see how Alex likes taking your cock up his virgin ass.
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