Chapter 3

Sara’s had put the final touches on dinner and set the table when Sam and Joseph arrived at their home. Sara’s first reaction when she met the boy was how young he looked.

Although he had just recently turned 18, the college freshman looked more like a 16-year-old. He had no real trace of a beard or mustache and an angelic face. In fact, Sara thought he was beautiful. He had curly blonde hair that came down in ringlets over his forehead and pure blue eyes. She felt her nipples harden under her blouse and apron as she imagined the boy’s long hard cock.

“Hello Mrs. Eastman.”

Somewhat flustered and turned on, Sara stopped staring at the boy and introduced herself.

“Pleased to meet you Joseph and happy to have you join us for Thanksgiving dinner. Please feel at home here. This is a very informal family dinner. You can take off your jacket and tie and relax. Are you called ‘Joe’ by your friends and family?”

“It’s ‘Joey’ to my family and ‘Joe’ to my friends.”

“May we call you ‘Joey’ then, and treat you as family?”

“Sure.”

Sara had arranged the seating for dinner. Rather than have Sam and the head of the table and Sara and the other end, leaving Joey in the middle having to rotate his head between the table ends in any conversation, Sara set her plate and Sam’s in the middle of the table and Joey’s plate on the opposite side so they would always be facing each other.

The dinner conversation turned to Joey’s life in college and back home in California. After chatting about Joey’s college courses and what he planned to do as a career, Sam asked about Joey’s dating life.

“So, Joey, have you found a girlfriend yet in college?”

“No. I went to a few introductory mixers but never felt comfortable there. The college girls all seem so intimidating to me.”

Sara asked, “Why do you find the college girls so intimidating?”

“Well, they all seem so confident and mature. I barely even kissed a girl back in High School. The girls I met in college would think I was a loser and inexperienced. So, I was really nervous talking to them and I guess it showed because no one seemed interested in me at all.”

“Gosh, Joey, I find that so hard to believe. You are so attractive. I would have thought that any girl would want to get to know you better.”

“I wasn’t much more successful in High School, Sara. I had a few dates but nothing steady.”

Sam piped in:

“I was the same myself in High School. I rarely had dates and spent more time in my room making love to my hand.”

“Oh Sam! That is TMI. Joey, I apologize for Sam’s crudeness.”

“It’s OK. And I can relate to that as well.”

Sara asked, “You mean jerking off by yourself?”

“Well, that and a few times jerking off with other boys on sleepovers. I mean we weren’t gay or anything, but we did jerk each other off for release.”

Sara blushed. She thought of Sam tasting his own cum and how much it excited her to think about him tasting another man’s cum.

“Joey, can I ask, and forgive me if you don’t want to answer, did you taste each other’s cum in those sessions.” As she asked the question, she reached under the table and squeezed Sam’s cock. She smiled inwardly when she saw that the was already hard.

“Well, Sara, we didn’t do gay stuff like sucking each other. But when you jerk someone off, the cum is on your hand and sometimes you end up tasting it.”

Another squeeze of Sam’s hard cock.

“I know Joey, when I jerk off Sam his cum is all over my hand and I have tasted it. I even have made Sam taste it too.”

“Sara! Now you are going way into TMI territory.”

“You’re right, Sam. I am sorry. This wasn’t appropriate dinner conversation. Let’s just finish dinner and you and Joey can watch the game while I clean up. Would you boys like a beer while you watch the game?”

“I am not much into beer. But can I have another glass of wine to take into the living room for the game?”