Scratch that Itch

  Summer vacation after my first year at UCLA, my folks were busy travelling round the country on an extended college visiting trip with my sister. They were going to be gone four weeks and had leased the house through a rental agency to make a little money. I was pissed about it, because I'd been planning to make the house party-central for a month but, instead, I would have to stay with some family friends, George and Linda.


Linda traveled quite a bit and George worked from home so we had the house to ourselves all day and night except at weekends.

He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they'd given me watching videos and reading.

We didn't have the internet at our house back then. (hard to remember those days.) But George and Linda did and I discovered the seemingly unlimited access to porn. So I was doing quite a lot of masturbating too.

At that age I seemed to have a never-ending need to jerk off. Everything got me hot, it seemed. I jerked off to all sorts of stuff. There had even been some gay videos. I was still a virgin back then with hardly any experience, so it all excited me, but some of the vids had inspired me to try tickling my ass while I stroked, and I found that I really liked the sensation.




One afternoon I was up there on my bed having a wank and George walked in without knocking.

I was lying there naked with some bi-sexual picture on the my laptop, beside me. I'd closed my eyes and was imagining what George's cock might look like.





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