Pent up. Pent up and bored was all Alex felt. His prediction of a dull time spent visiting his grandmother had been accurate. Nothing to do around the small, rickety house, and the blisteringly hot Virginia summer was in full swing, leaving Alex bereft of anything to fill his time. The somewhat reclusive nature of Alex's grandmother meant that, in addition to the already crushing malaise, Alex was unable to... relieve, certain pressures. As a young man of 18, Alex wasn't used to such a lapse in his 'me time', and as such he was rapidly becoming uncomfortable with his burgeoning desire for a little release.
Some little respite came in the form of his, now undeniably treasured, cell phone. While Alex was cut off from contact in a physical sense, his social life continued in absentia, his phone the only lifeline to the real world back home in Chicago, well away from this loathsome shack situated miles from anywhere and anyone. Despite the heat, Alex had made a few brief trips away from the his grandmother's house, only to find yet more dull, uninhabited fields, kept company only by the birds and buzzing flies. However, Alex's malaise was about to take an interesting turn.
It was mid-evening, the sun not yet set, when Alex, mindful of a brief remission from the overbearing heat outside, decided out of sheer listlessness to go out for a walk. He dressed himself in a fitted white T-shirt and a pair of kight shorts, then reverentially sliding his cell into a pocket he set off along the track away from the house.
Alex had walked some considerable distance before a vibration from his phone took him up short. A text, just another reminder of his situation thought Alex, but upon opening up his phone and reading the short message, his heart near skipped a beat. Christina! Not any mere mortal but the beautiful Christina! It took barely a moment for her name to conjure up lustful thoughts, and the content of the text, a nonchalant, yet playful, "Wanna hang out sometime ;)" set Alex's pulse racing. Christina wasn't any normal 18 year old girl, she was special. She had a certain way about her that reminded Alex of a movie star, and she certainly had the looks for it. Tallish, blonde and well endowed, Christina was a point of adoration for many a guy back home, and for her to be interested in Alex of all people! The sad fact of Alex's isolation tasted only more bitter in the wake of this revelation, and as tantalising as the offer was, there was no way to escape his dixie trappings and return to his own, real home.
Christina's message had done more than stir Alex's heart however, and even in the warmth of the evening Alex could feel a certain heat about his groin and a little knot in his stomach. The past days of somewhat supervised existence had left Alex painfully horny, he felt his libido rising with each passing day and night. When Alex had set out from the house he had, in light of the dry heat, chosen to leave any underclothes off, and now as he walked down the road Alex became aware of the gentle rubbing of his shorts against his soft cock. A flurry of excitement swept through his body, and Alex looked behind, then all about himself, checking that he was truly alone on this dusty path. Satisfied, Alex reached beneath his shirt and touched his left nipple, making smooth circles around it with his deft fingers, making it hard enough that it could be seen poking through his shirt. He licked his fingers and touched the other, enjoying the cool sensation on his body, feeling his wanton ache intensify as he toyed with himself.
Alex adjusted his shorts, pulling them a little tighter against his body, and feeling the soft material glide across his sensitive foreskin. In light of the heat, Alex removed his shirt, displaying his lithe teenage body to the sweltering sun, his hard nipples feeling the warm kiss of the evening light. Alex had never been any form of exhibitionist, but this openness stoked a fire deep within his sexuality that enticed him to do just a little more.
