Chapter 10: Meanwhile...

No sooner were the four adults out of the door than Tom was bounding up the stairs to do his duty. Alicia answered the door, and she felt the blood rise to her face when she saw our son standing there in his tight top and leisure pants and with a sensual look in his eyes, as if to say "I'm about to explode ".

"Mum and Dad said I should perhaps look in on you" he began.

Alicia stepped back and made way for him to enter. Greg put his head round his bedroom door and uttered a bored "Hi" and immediately disappeared. The front door closed and he heard his sister and the new boy go into the lounge. He breathed a sigh of relief. At this time in the evening that probably meant they'd leave him in peace. It also meant he could enjoy himself till they were finished enjoying themselves.

Greg went to the desk in his bedroom and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the fly right down and slowly pulling his grey pants and jeans down below his thighs. His young hairless prick was already beginning to stir as he sat down in front of the computer and launched the browser. The leather of the seat felt cool against the back of his legs, and he spread them apart. He could almost feel it against his anus, and he started to manipulate the mouse with his right hand and feel his prick and ball sack with his left. The image galleries of his favourite site clicked onto his screen. Girls with their arses in the air seemed to scream beneath the lash. Semen shot yards into open mouths. He clicked a sound file and heard the crack of leather meeting bum cheek.

Greg opened his legs wider still and got ready for the tingling feeling he had started to associate with sex. At school he sat at the back of the class next to a boy who had asked him "whether he had started wanking yet", and he had learned pretty quickly that the amazing sensation he could get when squeezing his prick against his thigh with his hand could be made even better by rubbing it up and down the shaft. His schoolmate, who sat on his right, had told him to make a large hole in his right pocket, big enough to get your hand through it and roam around unhindered. The next time they had their history notebooks on the desks and were leaning over them in a semblance of industry he felt his friend's hand creep into his pocket, and he opened his thighs to accommodate what was certain to come next. The fingers gently found their way up to the waistband of his white pants, hesitated a moment, and then suddenly, and quite violently pulled the pants down. They hooked under his cock and balls and pushed them upwards. The boy's fingers then started toying with Greg's cock, and by shifting his bottom and stretching a little he found he could make himself almost entirely available to the marauding fingers.

"After the lesson you go to the bogs and take off your pants," said the boy. "I want to play with you without any trouble next period."

Greg had done as ordered. He saw a couple of 13-year olds messing about in a booth, and slipped in next door, pulling off his trousers and removing his pants as quickly as he could. He didn't want to be caught and messed about with. He slipped his pants into his satchel and got his trousers back up before they came out, and he saw they too were zippering themselves up and straightening their clothes, looking red in the face and falsely innocent.

He felt almost naked as he sat down again for a period of Geography. Within 5 minutes his friend's hands were roaming unhindered between his thighs and up to his navel, and about 10 minutes before the bell rang his hard little prick suddenly got even harder and then spurted a sticky mess of semen into his trousers. His neighbour pulled his hand out and wiped it on Greg's leg whispering "Bloody fool - warn me when you're going to cum in future."

Whilst Greg was pondering such masturbatory memories Alicia turned and led their visitor towards the lounge, motioning to Tom to take a seat on the sofa. She was dressed casually, but the skirt was just that little bit shorter than it needed to be, and the jumper was cut deep enough to show off the swell of her growing breasts. She had decided not to wear a bra and could feel her nipples rubbing gently against the light blue wool. Tom observed the free bounce of her tits as she moved towards the CD player and crouched down. Her skirt rode up her thighs a little as she peered down to see the controls. His heart beat louder and his prick gave a quick jerk in his pants. The girl was positively gorgeous, he thought. One hundred percent fuckable.

"Is that OK?" she asked as she swivelled round towards him. The CD began to beat out its sensuous rhythms and he could only nod silently in approval. Was that a flash of black panties, or just his overcharged brain generating an image of her crotch?

Alicia stood up and went to sit demurely next to Tom at the other end of the sofa, facing him front on and swiftly tucking her legs back under her bottom. Once again he thought he saw black. Once again she blushed ever so slightly, and at last raised the question that had been in her mind for a couple of weeks.