Chapter 6

I woke up from an incredible dream. I was standing at the edge of my bed, all four of the girls from camp bent over begging to be the first one I buried my hard cock into. Unfortunately, my eyes opened just as I was about to thrust into the first of four pussies all waiting for my attention.

That dream, truly, might have been the hottest dream I had ever had in my life.

Needless to say, when I threw the sheets aside, I was rock hard. Not just morning wood hard, but the ready to fuck right now kind of hard. The head of my dick was thoroughly coated in precome and there was sheen of sweat coating my skin while my heart thudded in my chest.

Like I said, I was ready! My balls felt tight, primed, and ready to burst as I gingerly slid out of the bed.

When I walked into the kitchen, there were no signs of life. The coffee pot was still tucked away in the corner on the counter and Grandma was nowhere to be seen. I decided to go out on the back patio before she got up. Maybe if I was quiet and quick, I could rub one out before she woke up.

As quietly as I could, I slid open the glass patio door and was blasted across my front by the chilly morning air. Summer was supposed to be warm, not cold! A chill raced across every inch of my exposed skin.

Once I was outside, I slid the door closed and took the usual seat I had been using each morning. I missed the porch swing in the cabins. I was used to them; they were nice and comfortable. I also missed seeing Mom’s smile each morning. Grandma’s just wasn’t the same. Grandma was just as happy to see me each morning, but it just wasn’t the same.

Thinking about Mom and the porch swing only further strengthened my erection. I leaned back, relaxing into the backrest, ready to sate my need, my hand already moving to grip my shaft. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the house dark, just in case, and then took my cock in my hand, closed my eyes, and started to leisurely stroke myself.

As wound up as I was, it didn’t take long before my cock was coated in a liberal amount of precome allowing my hands and fingers to grip and slide up and down my cock smoothly. With each stroke, I moved closer and closer to my release.

My mind was racing through scenarios and memories. Mom and I on the porch swing came first, unbidden. My mind was suddenly filled with the memory of that first time she took my cock into her mouth. I even moaned at just the recollection of that incredible, amazing, moment. With those memories, I settled and relaxed even further into my chair.

My hips started flexing and rocking in time with my hand movements and the vision in my head suddenly shifted to Mary and Amy. I almost recoiled at that thought. I was friends with her, better friends than I thought I would be after we had talked, but I couldn’t forget what had happened on Halloween. Instead, I forced myself to think of something else. Shockingly, the first and easiest thing that came to me wasn’t Mom or even Sara - it was Kara and her friends.

I started remembering what Kara’s hand felt like when she touched my dick. The way she was so hesitant and almost scared to do it. The softness of her skin, and then when her fingers finally wrapped around me, holding me, gripping me. My mind started to wander at that point. There was nothing I could do about it, not that I would have wanted to. What would it feel like and what would Courtney do if and when she got the chance to hold me? What would Clair do?

All those thoughts consumed me fully and completely as the speed of my hand increased as it moved up and down on my cock. I was almost there. Then, the scene changed again, and I thought about Gwen.

Oh fuck! I moaned through gritted teeth as my core tensed, preparing, and building to my climax. Why I did it, I wasn’t sure, but I stood up. Placing my hand on the table to stabilize myself as the other pumped furiously. My head tilted back, staring at the starry sky. The sun kissed the horizon, and the stunning reds, purples, and oranges raced on across my vision and the dam inside me broke.

I came, hard! Six strong streams of come rocketed out of my cock leaving long lines on the top of the glass table. When the last pulse washed over me, my legs went weak, and I collapsed back into my chair panting, not at all concerned with the mess I had just made. A mess that would be clearly obvious if someone were to see it.

That’s when I heard the last sound I wanted to hear this morning - the patio door sliding open and my grandma’s voice.

“Good morning, Sam,” Grandma’s cheerily voice snapped me back into reality.

My eyes homed in on the six trails of evidence I had left out in the open, right on the glass table in front of where she was no doubt about to sit down. I was instantly self-conscious. I shouldn’t have been, there was no need to be, but I still was.

“Here’s your coffee,” she said, handing me a steaming mug. “How long have you been up?”

“Thanks, and uh ... not very long,” I stammered, taking the offered mug, and quickly sitting down to hide my visibly reddened and nearly flaccid dick from view.

I watched her eyes like a hawk. I tried not to look worried, which I’m sure only made me look even that much more guilty. I debated if she would notice my come on the table. She had to, right? There was no way she couldn’t. All she had to do was set her mug down and bam, come.

When she took her seat, her eyes scanned the table, but she didn’t react at all. She didn’t smirk, smile, nothing. She just leaned back in her chair, her mug held between her two hands as she cradled it between her tits like any other morning.

My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe it.

“What?” she asked.

“Aren’t you going to say something about...” I glanced at the table and back to her. “That?”

“No, should I?” She asked plainly, as if seeing come streaks across the glass table was the most normal, unassuming thing in the world.

“Oh...” What was I supposed to say to that? “I’ll umm, get a paper towel and clean it up when I finish my coffee.”

“If you don’t,” She shrugged. “I will. Like I told you the other morning, it’s not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?” I was positive this was some kind of a trap. I just couldn’t see the snare.

“Yeah,” She smiled warmly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Maybe next time, aim somewhere else, though. I know boys can get a bit carried away at that moment. Trust me. Okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.” I grinned, feeling relieved and surprisingly comfortable with the whole situation.

The two of us sat in amiable silence as we sipped our drinks and watched as the sun rose over the horizon, rays of light cutting through the trees burning off the hint of fog that I hadn’t noticed when I first stepped outside.

More than once, I saw Grandma look at the table and smirk, or chuckle. When she laughed at the scene, I joined her and then she would just roll her eyes in response saying, “Boys...”

Something in the moment had changed things. Nothing drastic or severe, but there was definitely a change.

She finished her coffee before I did and grabbed something to clean up the table. No comments, no nothing as she did so and just took the wadded remnants back inside and threw them away.

When I came in, she was at the kitchen sink, washing a few dishes that were left from the night before that she let soak overnight.

“Leave that on the counter and I’ll take care of it.”

I did as she asked, but instead of heading for the bathroom to take a shower, I instead walked over to her and gave her a hug. A real, long, hug.

“Oh my!” Grandma sounded genuinely surprised at my actions. That didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around me and holding me close though in return. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that but thank you!”

I couldn’t shake Kara and her friends the next couple of days. Instead of trying and getting frustrated at not being able to get away from them, I reluctantly let them join me. They were clear that it was actually them allowing me to hang out with them. Regardless of how we looked at it, the ending result was the same, the five of us hanging out together.

The girls loved it, and I have to admit, it was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

Right from the start, the girls were all smiles and giggles. I was bombarded with questions about sex to the weather and everything possible in between. Nothing seemed to be off-limits once they realized I wasn’t going to make fun of them for asking something they thought I would think was stupid.

They wanted my opinions about anything and everything. Most of those questions centered around themselves, their bodies, which ones had the best this or that. Each time I was asked, I made a show of checking and rechecking between the four options.

At first it was just with my eyes, but as the girls got bolder, their questions got more intimate and soon, they were demanding that I had to touch them all before I could make an accurate and fair assessment.

I loved that!

It should come as no surprise that I was hard for almost the entire day. The girls loved that part too, maybe even more than me touching them now that I think about it. That didn’t really matter to me, I got to get my hands dirty, so to speak, in the best possible ways.

“Sam, which is us has the best pu—umm, vulva?” Clair asked.

“You can say pussy!” Courtney teased and all the girls started laughing, including Clair. “We aren’t in health class you know.”

I had a feeling they were going to get to that question at some point. I thought it would be Kara who asked, or maybe Courtney. When it was Clair that asked, I was stunned.

All four girls lined up for my inspection, just like they had when they asked me which girl had the best tits and then nipples. That was a fun comparison to figure out. The girls giggled and blushed nervously the whole time I poked, prodded, and fondled their breasts. When I went back through them all again, this time to compare their nipples, there were less blushes, the same giggles, but also the added gasps each time I pinched or pulled on each and every one.

“So, which one of us has the best pussy?” Kara asked once everyone had settled back down.