Chapter 1

I was standing in the middle of the street naked.

I always jacked myself off in the bathtub. Warm water and soap lubricated my hand, allowing it to slide over my cock quickly and easily. I had been in the bath for about ten minutes when my nephew banged on the door and started yelling at me. He was a toddler and could not talk very well. I had great difficulty trying to determine what he was raving about.

“Go tell Grandma what you want,” I yelled back at him. I heard him running through the house, calling out for my Mom, his Grandma. We were babysitting him while my sister was working. Mom had come home from working a night shift and was on the couch in the living room, trying to sleep. My nephew was soon back banging on the bathroom door and yelling something unintelligible. Again, I told him to tell my mother what he wanted.

He returned to the bathroom door a third time and was still yelling something I couldn’t understand. Again, I told him to find Grandma. I should have realized something was seriously wrong. I blame that failure on a lack of maturity, as I was just fourteen.

He didn’t go away with me yelling at him this time. Instead, he pushed the bathroom door open and was chattering away. The smoke rolled through the door, filling the room. He had been trying to tell me something was seriously wrong.

I jumped out of the tub and picked up my nephew. I went to find my mother. She was on the couch sleeping. Exhausted from working at the hospital all night and maybe a little goofy from the effects of smoke inhalation, she was hard for me to awaken. Finally, getting her awake and off the couch, I pushed her toward the door, trying to get her and my nephew out of the burning house.

After getting them started in the house, I tried to return to my bedroom to get something so I could dress quickly. I was still naked from my bath, and my cock was still hard. I had enjoyed masturbating in the tub like I usually do but hadn’t ejaculated yet. My bedroom was totally on fire. I had no hope of retrieving any garments.

Mom was confused by the smoke. Instead of taking my nephew and leaving the house, she went downstairs to the basement after the garden hose. She stumbled on the steps, injuring her foot. She had forgotten to turn on the water, dragging the useless garden hose up the basement stairs.

I managed to scoop up my nephew, and with Mom hanging onto my shoulder and arm, I escorted him and Mom out of the back door. It was closer, and the flames were too hot to reach the front door. We exited the house.

I was still naked and still had a hard-on. When my dick was soft, it wasn’t as big as my friends’ cocks were. I only had two inches when soft, but I grew to six and a half or more inches when erect and was thicker than all my friends. Only my brother and Mr. Kay were bigger than me. And they both had huge cocks.

I took my Mom and nephew to the neighbor’s house across the street. I called the fire department, begging them to hurry and put the fire out.

Gloria, the girl next door, was pretty and six years older than me. She kept staring at my hard dick all the time I was on the phone. I liked her watching me. I guess the adrenalin was helping to keep my dick hard. She asked me where my clothes were. I told her there had been so much fire I couldn’t get to my clothes from the bathroom.