| Gay: Masturbation: Grounded (1/2) |
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“I don’t care how old you are. If you’re still in my house you obey my rules!” she said as she slammed the door. I heard the lock turn. I was trapped in my room. Fuck this shit, I thought as I gave the door my favorite finger salute. I was eighteen years old. How could she still think about grounding me? All because she caught me taking a shot from the liquor cabinet. That should be the least of her worries. I couldn’t wait for the end of the month when I would be off to college and out of this hellhole forever. Frustrated, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three fucking weeks, that seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and imagined I was already at college. I pictured my roommate to be some muscle bound jock with a tendency to walk around naked. I imagined him coming to me, desperate to keep up his G.P.A. In return for me doing his homework, I would make him pound my ass with his thick man meat. Mmmm, the thought of that made the blood rush to my cock. I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Lightly I brushed my hand over it, pressing harder when I got to the head. Yeah, the things I would do to that meathead, I thought. I imagined him returning to the dorm after a long day of practice, exhausted, glistening with sweat. He would lie down on his bed and I would come to him. I’d get between his legs and pull off his gym shorts, staring down at his perfectly shaped tool. Then as he lay back, arms behind his head, I would take his flaccid cock in my mouth. I’d work it with my tongue, slurping him up and down as he quickly hardened between my lips. His salty pre cum would ooze onto my tongue making me press him for more. Then just before he exploded I would pull off him and finish him off by hand. Watching as his cock shot stream after creamy stream into the air and onto his perfectly chiseled abs. I had had fantasies like these so many times before. Ever since I had gotten into the school of my choice, halfway on the other side of the country. Each time I thought about it, I fantasized about someone different. Sometimes it was a jock and other times a frat boy. I had to admit the idea of being with a frat guy was one of my favorites. I longed to pledge a fraternity and live amongst them. I would play it straight and infiltrate their prestigious brotherhood. Then after all the wild parties I would go around servicing each one of my passed out fraternity brothers. They would all think it was their girlfriends, when in reality it would be my oral skills giving them pleasure. I could just picture myself going down on as many as I could, never getting caught. I was rock solid as I thought of giving blowjobs to so many different cocks. Short, fat, long, narrow, I would do them all. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down to my ankles. My cock in need of a way out popped out of the hole in my boxers. I put one arm behind my head and with the other I started slowly stroking myself. My hand started at the base and squeezed tightly as it got to the top. Pre cum oozed out of the slit of my cock and slid down my |
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