Shouldn’t That Scare me More The Second Time?

NOTE About Story: This is part two. Part one was a rewrite of an old story from years ago. I hadn’t planned to do the second part and there won’t be a part three unless there is an expressed interest.



Shouldn’t That Scare me More – The Second Time?

By Bistander

The night before, I slept horribly. I had a hard time falling asleep because of what Mark had done to me. When I did snooze, I had dreams about it. In them, my brain drew from thousands of blowjob videos I’d seen and created an alternate universe where I sucked cock like a porn star. Whenever I was jerked awake, my dick had that bloated, about to shoot a load look. Maybe if Mark had stayed around and talked about it, I wouldn’t have been so disturbed?

I got out of bed, as I had the previous day, and stayed completely naked. Today was different, though, no school. That was a good thing because I needed the weekend to sort things out in my mind. My parents would be gone until late Sunday, so I could watch non-stop lesbian porn to get dicks out of my mind. That’s what I should do, except before bed last night, I watched—No, I studied deepthroat movies. I couldn’t help thinking about how I had done it, and if I could have done a better job. I was thinking again about how I could pleasure myself vicariously through giving someone else head. I started toward the kitchen.

The act of walking around in the room where we ate meals as a family gave me a cheap thrill, but today I wasn’t going to blow a load on the table. I looked out a window, knowing someone might see me, and it added some girth to my cock. It swung and bumped off my thighs on the way to the refrigerator. A tingle in my balls suggested I’d be hard before I sat down to eat cereal. If milk dripped on my balls, as it had yesterday morning, there wouldn’t be any hesitation this time; I’d scoop it up and put the spoon in my mouth. Wasn’t that what started my problem?

I ate my breakfast without dropping any, but that didn’t stop me from touching the head of my dick and cradling a testicle in the cold steel. Yes, I knew yesterday had started with the spoon thing and ended with my neighbor violating my virgin ass, but I didn’t care. I needed it, needed anything to distract me from all the evil thoughts racing through my head. Sucking another guy’s dick had changed me.

My erection was at full strength when I put my bowl in the sink. I turned around, leaned against the counter and arched my back, shoving out my groin. I closed my eyes and pictured my father standing in the exact position he had been in the night I saw my mother blowing him.

The sound of knuckles rapping on glass caused my heart to jerk painfully in my chest. I whirled around and saw Mark looking in the window portion of the backdoor. The counter shielded my lower half, but only if I stayed right there. Mark was looking right at me. I couldn’t ignore him. A dish towel was the only thing available. I held it in front of my groin. Mark had seen my dick already. Shit, he’d watched me shoot cum onto the computer screen while his gigantic cock pounded my ass, but if the whole thing had been a fluke, one random incident where two horny teenagers got carried away watching porn, then going to the door like this might send the wrong message.

I opened the door a couple of inches with my body sideways. “Shit, I can’t believe this, I never walk around this way, and—”

“Take it easy, Andrew,” Mark said. “It happens, but you’re lucky I’m not your parents coming home early.”

The thought of my mother catching me in the kitchen while I thrust my erection, pretending I was my dad, made the last bit of the blood leave my face. “God, oh, don’t even say that,” I said. “Did she tell you to check on me every day that they’re gone?”

“No, and I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Mark said, “but I was outside, and it seemed easier to walk over here.”

Did that mean he came to see me, I wondered? Even if he had, it still didn’t seem appropriate to invite him in while I only had a dish towel over my boner. Why on Earth hadn’t my erection subsided, already? “What did you want?” Want, I thought, that sounded bad, like I was asking him if he planned on fucking me again. That wasn’t it, wasn’t what I wanted. What did I want?

“Hey, it’s gonna be hot today,” he said. “Thought you might wanna come over and swim.”

Mark is a senior, and I’m a freshman, so this had never happened before. “Yeah, okay, that’d be great.”

“You better wear something, though,” Mark said with a chuckle. “My sister is home.”

After Mark was gone, I thought about his comment, wondering if I wouldn’t need to wear something if his sister wasn’t home? That would be crazy-dangerous even with a fence around their backyard. Two high school boys skinny dipping together could only be viewed one way, and I wasn’t that way. Whatever happened was because I had been obsessed with getting a blowjob while watching too much porn. It was a shame that I still didn’t know what getting head felt like even after having Mark’s cock in my mouth.

Later, wearing a bathing suit and T-shirt, with a towel over my shoulder, I stood outside the gate between our yards. I now knew how nervous I would have been earlier if I hadn’t been so embarrassed. I wanted Mark to be outside. That seemed as if it would be less awkward than knocking. Even though Mark had lived next door for years, and I’d seen him at school and spoken to him in the yard, I had no idea how to act when I went through the gate. Part of me felt like I would if I were seeing a girl the day after we made out for the first time. The rest of me wanted to pretend nothing had happened or ignore Mark for the rest of my life. I couldn’t do either. I had to see if he acted differently now. We had to discuss what happened, establish a bond of secrecy, and make sure he didn’t have the wrong idea about me. Too bad I wasn’t sure what the right idea was.

The gate squeaked, and the latch snapped back into the closed position. I checked the large wooden deck that surrounded the above ground pool. There wasn’t anybody to be seen, but I climbed the stairs, anyway, to be sure Mark wasn’t in the pool.

Nobody was there, and there wasn’t any evidence that they had been there recently. I turned in a circle, gathering the nerve to knock.

A door slammed. I turned toward the house. A girl that I didn’t recognize at first was crossing the yard. Once I stopped watching the white triangles atop the bouncing boobs and saw her face, I realized it was Mark’s younger sister. From that distance, I wasn’t sure if the top was tiny or her tits were even more significant than I thought. It wasn’t like I paid much attention to Tabitha. Well, that’s not true because I stared when I thought I could get away with it. Who wouldn’t? Sure, she was too young to bone, but that wasn’t why I pretended to ignore her. The girl’s face and hair favored a young, sexy version of Peyton List, but her body was more like post-enhancements, Kylie Jenner. Too bad she was such a stuck-up, cock-tease, cheerleader. Why do they even have cheerleaders in eighth grade?

Mark’s sister climbed the stair with a wireless speaker and MP3 player. She ignored me and did a cheesy, shake your stuff, dance move. It reminded me of this girl named Christina on the Internet. Back when she was supposed to be eighteen—I’m not sure she was even that old—but she had the body of a twenty-five-year-old woman, and the only thing I ever saw her do was that same goofy, shake your body dance. Maybe Mark’s sister could be the next Christina Model? She’d have the body for it in a few years.

Tabitha’s white bikini had a half inch border around all of the triangles, strings over her hips and around her back, but no shoulder straps.