The Kid

Jake was always an awkward kid. In his late teens, he was skinny, pale, and average looking – not really the kind of guy that girls flocked to. His only semi-redeeming quality is a girthy seven-inch uncut cock that he liked to play with constantly. He was a horny kid, desperately seeking sexual releases whenever possible. Any moment alone would be a chance to masturbate. Whether it was sitting on the couch, or in the bathroom, watching TV, waking up from a nap – his hands would always find their way downward toward his shorts. You could say pulling out his cock to stroke it was his favorite pastime.

When he was 16, he found a stash of dirty mags at the bottom of his parent’s hamper. He was looking for a sweater and thought maybe his mother dropped it in there accidentally. As if he unearthed some hidden treasure from a sunken Spanish galleon, his eyes lit up with excitement. He breezed through the pages, heart racing and cock rock hard, wanting to stroke it but being terrified his parents would walk in on him. Up until that point, Jake’s jerk sessions had been strictly powered by sheer horniness and imagination. But no more – he hit the jackpot, and it changed everything. Jake knew it was just a matter of time. He would finally be alone and fully able to jerk to all those steamy sex pictures unimpeded. He dropped a few loads just on the anticipation alone! A few days later it happened, his parents left on a shopping trip and Jake was left all alone. He knew this was his moment – he made his way to his parent’s room, carrying with him that familiar morning urge to stroke his cock. He finds the hamper and methodically pushes the clothing aside to reach the bottom. But to his dismay, the magazines were GONE! He panicked. Did his parents know? Did he fail to properly cover his tracks? Thoughts raced through his mind, but never mind that now, he was still horny and his focus shifted to finding whatever new hiding spot his parents conceived. This was a temporary setback, but not insurmountable. He started in the closet, which was huge on its own and big enough to fit a bed. As he made his way through clothes, towels, sheets – his cock was stiff with anticipation. Precum was dripping down his shorts and began penetrating the fabric. After about 15 minutes of searching, he found a small key on the top shelf in the closet. He looked below and saw a gray fire safe that sat tightly next to the hamper. Could it be? He put the key in the hole and almost like magic, it opened. Jake took his time, making sure the stacks of paper didn’t get out of sort.