Toms frustration

It was still quite early for Tom to be returning home on a Saturday night. He’d been hanging around in the car park of the local Somerfield store with a group of his friends, drinking cheap cider and smoking joints. Usually they would stay out until after midnight but tonight Tom had left the group at 9.30pm to escort his new girlfriend home. She was on a curfew and was to be home by 10 o’clock “and not a second later” her Father would say every time she left the house for the evening. Sophie wasn’t Tom’s usual “type”. She was more reserved than any other girl he had been with, and he had been with a few even though he had just turned 15. Most of the girls he’d been with were older but Sophie was still 14 and somewhat immature. Normally Tom would have given up on her as she was very shy about matters of a sexual nature and the most she had let him do was touch her nipples. She had only ever felt his cock through his jeans so Tom had taken to wearing tracksuit bottoms for a more sensual experience. The light cotton would allow more movement and feeling as opposed to the heavy denim. Even then, she had to have alcohol inside her to let her inhibitions slide a little but Tom persevered because she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. All the boys fantasised about Sophie, most beating their little cocks off in the privacy of their own bedrooms while picturing her naked. Tom was included in this but now he felt he may be able to actually have the real thing. He wasn’t short of female admirers or willing sexual partners as he was dubbed the best looking lad at school but like most teenage boys, he wanted the best looking girl to prove something to his peers. When he had walked Sophie home that evening they had stopped by the garages that housed the cars of the residents of the block of flats where she lived. It was the usual routine after they had been drinking and smoking pot and had been for nearly a fortnight now, when they had first got together. She leaned against the brick wall and kissed him passionately using her tongue expertly, teasing and prodding Tom’s own tongue. This was enough to cause a stirring in his shorts which Sophie would feel growing bigger and harder as he pressed it against her flat little belly. It was then that she would rub it and hold it through the fabric of his clothes while he would pull her vest up to reveal her brilliant white bra. Her breasts were small and pert and she only had small nipples but Tom always admired just how hard they got when he touched them. Tonight was no different until Tom had decided to up the stakes somewhat. Sophie always left him extremely sexually excited and frustrated as he walked home and Tom felt it wasn’t fair for that to happen yet again. After all, they had been seeing each other for nearly two weeks now and that is a mighty long time when you are a young teenager. Tonight he bent down to put his mouth to her rock hard nipple. Sophie froze for a moment, probably thrown by the change of routine, “Tom – what are you doing? I told you, I don’t want to go too far yet – I’m not ready. Tom, oh….oh that’s nice mmm….” Tom had ignored her pleas for him to stop and had closed his mouth over an erect nipple and slowly flicked his tongue over it which had quickly changed Sophie’s mind. The first taste of her nipple was almost too much for Tom and he pulled his tracksuit bottoms down, taking his boxer shorts with them to reveal his incredibly hard erection. It stood up proud with a slight curve to the right and the big purple head glistened in the soft light of a distant lamp post. Sophie hadn’t realised Tom had exposed himself until he guided her hand down to his balls. Shocked, she pulled away from him with her breasts still liberated from her bra, one nipple glistening with saliva. “No Tom, I mean it now I…..” Her eyes widened and she let out a loud gasp as she caught sight of the throbbing manhood between her boyfriend’s legs. “That’s fucking huge! I didn’t know they could grow so big. I….I….I have to go, it’s ten.” With that she had pulled away from Tom quickly adjusted her attire and headed towards the communal entrance to the block. “Shit!” Tom said under his breath as he pulled his trousers up and tried to tuck his pulsing cock back into his shorts. He watched Sophie’s cute peachy ass wiggle in her tight little pink shorts as she disappeared through the front door. So now because he had tried to take things further so as not to walk home frustrated, he was more horny and frustrated than ever before.

It was 10.15 when Tom walked in the front door of the house he shared with his Mother. His parents had divorced last year after his mum had decided she’d had enough of his lazy selfish attitude. Tom’s father’s days were always the same. Up at 3.30am to go to work as a milkman. Home at midday to eat the sandwiches left in the fridge for him by Toms mother, Lisa. Sleep until the kids got home from school then play on the play station until Lisa bought him his evening meal. Then he would start drinking rum and find a football match to watch on the TV. Then to bed. The sex life of Lisa and her husband Mark had long since died. He still wanted it sometimes but she was put off as she no longer felt attracted to him and he would only shower once a week! When they did have intercourse, Mark would climb straight on top of her and force his way in as she could not get wet with him, she didn’t fancy him and certainly didn’t like sex with him. He would thrust into her causing her much discomfort and pound at her for just a couple of minutes before he would blow his load inside her. Not great sex, you must agree but that would satisfy Mark for a couple of months before he put Lisa through the same ordeal just to empty his sack. Mark now lived about eight miles away with their daughter and Lisa only saw him when he came to see Tom or to bring their daughter Nicola to visit. Lisa had not entered into another relationship since and was quite happy with things the way they were although she wished Nicola would move back home with her and Tom.

Tom popped his head round the door of the living room where his mum was sat with her friend. “Hi mum, hi Cheryl”. Lisa and Cheryl returned the greeting as Lisa topped up their glasses from the open wine bottle that had been on the coffee table. “I’m just going up to my room; Match of the Day is on soon”. Of course, Tom could not enter the room where his mum and her friend were as he still had a huge erection, very obvious in his tracksuit trousers. It had taken him a little longer than usual to walk home from Sophie’s place but still his throbbing member remained. As Tom closed the bedroom door behind him he flicked the number 1 button on the TV remote just as the theme tune to Match of the Day began. He picked up his laptop and hit the space bar to bring it out of hibernation and flopped down on to his bed. It was at this point that he usually started thinking of Sophie’s sexy little body, her unseen cunt and her perfect tits before stroking himself to orgasm but tonight he decided to use a bit of visual stimulation. He logged on to one of his favourite web sites as he pulled his hard cock from the top of his trousers and started to stroke the head gently. He looked at some of the images which had now become not as taboo as they once seemed. He thought he had a weird fetish before he came to realise just how common it is for a guy to cum all over a woman’s face. This turned him on more than any of the other images he looked at and he had actually blown his own load over the face of one of the girls he had slept with. She was a 20 year old bar maid from the tennis club. She knew Tom was not old enough to buy alcohol but she fancied him so much and wanted to feel his cock inside her that she let him get drunk in the bar with some other under age friends before she took him back to her flat where she fucked him wildly.