Hi. My name’s Tom.
I have been working very hard these last few weeks revising for, and taking my GCSE exams. I go to a highly selective grammar school in the south-east and, although I say it myself, I’m a bit of a model pupil. Not only am I academically very good but I also play rugby (fly-half if you must know), run cross-country and, in summer, lead the athletics team. I’m no muscled jock but I am fit, toned, slim, and slightly above the average height for my age which, by the way, as of just over six months ago, is sixteen.
I live in a quiet country town, a bus ride from school, with my mum and my stepfather and I get on really well with both of them. Mum married my stepdad when I was just a toddler and he has been great to me ever since. I call him Dad and have done so for as long as I can remember.
My biological father disappeared from our lives for some years although he supported me financially. He was an ambitious young corporate lawyer working for a company in the aerospace and weapons industry, travelled abroad extensively as part of the sales team and I guess he just had no time for me. He settled further west from us and as far as I am aware lived a single life, I didn’t really know him at all until I was twelve, nearly thirteen, when he suddenly re-married. He was by then thirty-four and I learned that his new wife was twenty-six and worked in a similar line of business.
There must have been some discussions between my biological parents and stepparents about me, but I wasn’t party to them. The upshot however seemed to be an agreement that I should spend some time with my father and his new wife and I started to see them a little during the school holidays. I could hardly start calling them mum and dad so we settled on Pete and Sarah and they became something like a slightly distant but reasonably kind aunt and uncle.
A few years passed and our relationship had progressed to the point where I would go and stay with Pete and Sarah overnight occasionally but it still came as something of a surprise when mum and dad asked if I would mind very much spending the summer after my GCSEs at their house. They had long harboured a dream to go travelling and saw this, apparently, as their opportunity. It seemed OK to me, so it was agreed that we would have a trial run of two weeks over the Easter holidays, and if it went well mum and dad would go ahead with their travel plans.
So it was that I was dropped off at Pete and Sarah’s on a Saturday morning in March. They were wealthier than us and their house seemed quite grand. They were easily able to set aside a room for me which, luxury of luxuries, had its own ensuite shower and bathroom. They had provided a big TV and I had brought my own laptop and gaming console so I thought I would settle in nicely.
I had discovered over the previous few years that Pete was a quiet, studious sort of man. Had he been younger he might well have been called a nerd, and perhaps at school, he had been. We didn’t really have a lot in common and hadn’t become particularly close and certainly not physically affectionate.
I could see why he was attracted to Sarah as she was a bit more outgoing. She was bright and seemed to me very sophisticated. She also went to the gym and was fit, slim, and at the same time shapely, as I couldn’t help noticing through the course of that first weekend. I mean, I had just turned sixteen so it’s hardly surprising, is it?
On Monday morning I lay in bed listening to Pete and Sarah getting ready for work. It was very early so I was in no hurry to get up and would wait for them to leave. I had as usual woken up with a raging morning hard-on and I enjoyed that time anticipating how I was going to deal with it. Perhaps I would start off the day by watching some porn and masturbating a few times. Sure, I could study a bit and play some computer games but I decided that could wait until later.
I masturbated to porn a lot, of course. What boy my age with the opportunity to do so, doesn’t? My tastes were quite wide-ranging and I kept my search history as well hidden as I knew how. I really wouldn’t want anyone to know what I had been looking at.
That little bit of planning absorbed the time until I heard the front door close and I had the house to myself. I didn’t get up immediately but snuggled down with my cock in my hand, drowsily wanking it gently and allowing my thoughts to wander.
I was almost surprised when images of Sarah drifted into my mind. Being at a boys’ school I didn’t really know any girls so my fantasies tended to put me into the action of whatever porn I had recently enjoyed. Sure, a few famous people occasionally featured, but it was unusual for anyone I knew to appear. So I did what any right-thinking boy would do, relaxed and enjoyed imagining what we might do with each other while speeding up the action a bit with my right hand. No hurry, plenty of time.
The idea came to me that I might go and have a look round Pete and Sarah’s bedroom to provide a bit more context and see if I might find anything to further fuel my fantasy. I got out of bed, naked, cock now rock-hard, and made my way down the corridor to their room. As I turned the door handle I briefly thought that perhaps this invasion of privacy wasn’t very polite but, what the hell, I wasn’t going to do anything, and besides, they had told me to make myself at home.
Their master bedroom seemed pretty luxurious to me. All along one wall was a bank of fitted wardrobes with mirrors serving as sliding doors and it seemed that all the storage would be behind them, as the only other furniture in the room was a very large bed, a dressing-table, a TV, and a couple of easy chairs.
Indeed, I was right about the storage in the wardrobes. There was hanging space of course but also lots of drawers. I somewhat aimlessly pulled a few out but to be honest there wasn’t initially much of interest. Pete’s sock drawer was hardly likely to provide inspiration, well not to me anyway.
At one end of the wardrobes was a bank of drawers that were fitted with keyholes. Two of them were locked with no keys in them. Probably contained documents or something, I thought. But two of the others made this expedition worthwhile as they contained Sarah’s sexy underwear. I couldn’t see it all and didn’t dare touch it for fear my visit might be discovered but it was clear that black was her preferred colour and flimsy lace her style. Panties, suspender belts, stockings, bras, and what looked like some basques or similar were just visible.
I wished I could take a closer look but still resisted the temptation. I left and returned to my room, intending to finish my first wank of the day in some style. As I did so a further thought occurred to me. Suppose I took my phone back in there with me and photographed the contents of the drawers. I could then remove an item or two and use the pictures to make sure I put them back exactly as I found them. A little bit risky perhaps but my young lust triumphed over caution and so I returned and put this excellent plan into action.
I chose to take only a pair of black lace panties and turned to leave, realising as I did so that my rising excitement had led me to start leaking precum, a substantial stream of which was stretching from the end of my cock towards the bedroom carpet. I couldn’t really afford to leave bodily fluids on my first visit, even if they would probably dry and leave no trace. What could I do? It seemed obvious to use the panties to mop it up so I hurriedly wrapped them round my cock and did just that.
Returning to my room I decided to wank in front of the full-length mirror on the wall in the ensuite. This had several advantages over using the bedroom. If anything got spilt, it could easily be wiped off the floor there, or I could cum on the mirror if I felt like it, I could watch myself at the same time and, most importantly, I could use my phone to record the action for my future entertainment.
In the event, nothing got spilt and the mirror stayed clean. With Sarah’s panties again artfully draped around my cock I worked myself steadily to a large and very powerful orgasm, managing to contain all my cum in the panties and my right hand.
I knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before I would be ready to cum again, especially if I kept the mood going, I have been able to repeat cum for a while now and have discovered that I particularly like using the spunk from the first as a lubricant for the second. The fact that this would involve wiping Sarah’s cum-soaked panties all over my cock and balls was an added bonus.
I turned on my computer, logged in to watch some porn (stepmother, of course), carefully spread the cum, and settled down on the chair in front with the sopping wet panties still wrapped around my cock. The next twenty minutes passed blissfully as I worked my way up to my second orgasm. I particularly like the squishing feel, smell, and sound of the cum lubricant. After all, you might as well use all your senses to squeeze as much pleasure from a situation as you can.
I came just as the on-screen stepmother took her on-screen stepson’s cumshot straight into her mouth. I’m sure I don’t need to spell out the image that was in my head.
All that remained now was to shower and wash the panties. I tumble-dried them quickly, cooled them down, and carefully replaced them as planned.
That Monday morning set the pattern for the whole of the week. I didn’t take things from Sarah’s underwear drawer every day but each morning was set aside for masturbation, one way or another. Saturday of course was a no-work day. Pete told me they had invited another couple over for dinner who lived nearby and that they thought I would like, and they asked me to stay around to eat with them. I was beginning to get a bit bored so I happily agreed. I was glad I did.
John and Laureen were good fun. They were quite a bit younger than Pete and Sarah, John being twenty-six and Laureen twenty-three. John was an officer in the Merchant Navy and was currently home on shore leave for two months after being at sea for the previous two. This, apparently, was the usual rhythm of his life. I liked him immediately. He was keen on rugby although he couldn’t play anymore because of his job.
He had the classic build of a back row forward – 6’3″ tall I would guess and very muscular. He explained that the sort of ships he sailed on were kitted out for the crew like a good hotel, with a well-equipped gym that he used every day. On shore he belonged to a local gym and volunteered to take me along the following week, an offer I gladly accepted.
Laureen, on the other hand, was quite small and slim, even skinny. She was completing a Ph.D. at the local university on something to do with psychology with a title I could barely understand. But she wasn’t all serious, being very funny especially as she steadily drank quite a lot of wine. I warmed to her as she seemed to take a genuine interest in me and my life, And yes, of course, I fancied her.
The following week I had to go back home to get some books I had forgotten. It was quite a long trip by bus and train, which took out most of Tuesday. On Wednesday John was as good as his word and took me to the gym. We both worked out but I couldn’t lift anything like the weights he did.
Afterward, we used the communal showers. I couldn’t really help stealing a glance or two at John’s muscular frame and inevitably checked out his cock, which looked a fair bit bigger than mine, although I consoled myself with the thought that I’m not fully grown yet. I don’t think I’m gay but then I haven’t had the opportunity to find out. I have looked at a fair few gay websites and enjoyed some of the action so, who knows?
John then drove us back to his house and we enjoyed pizzas, beer, and a bit of a laugh with Laureen. I left with an open invitation to go back and see them when I was down for the summer.
Having had virtually no opportunity for the last two days I was determined to masturbate enthusiastically on Thursday morning.
Returning to Pete and Sarah’s bedroom, I opened the underwear drawers and noticed straight away that the contents had all been moved around, presumably meaning that Sarah had been dressing up, probably for sex. I held the image in my mind and went back to my room carrying stockings and panties and enjoyed the next hour or two watching threesome porn in various combinations, wanking, cumming over Sarah’s underwear, smearing it back over my body and using it to lubricate the next one. I broke my record that morning, cumming three times in a row.
Thus it was that mum and dad collected me on Saturday. We talked briefly and it was all agreed that my summer stay was definitely on. I went back home to study, play sports, and look forward.