"That was some fuckin killer weed," Charlie said as he sprawled out on the couch and stretched his arms. The comment woke Peter who was on the opposite sofa. He rolled over with his eyes still closed.
"Dude," Charlie repeated, looking over at Peter.
"What?" he responded, eyes still shut.
"I said that was some killer weed."
"Mmm hmm," Peter said, dismissively, unwilling to engage in conversation just yet.
Charlie suddenly burst out laughing. This caused Peter to finally open his eyes and look over. "What?" he asked.
"Your fuckin dong is out!" Charlie blurted out as he laughed uncontrollably. Peter frantically looked down to see his penis head poking out under his boxers that had ridden up as he slept. He urgently tucked it back in. "Jesus," he muttered to himself before joining Charlie in laughing. "Fucking thing."
"Legit never knew you had such a huge one, dude," Charlie said. "When you got cut the other day.. Cynthia was probably like 'what the fuck'?"
Peter replayed her reaction to him ejaculating on the patio late at night. If only Charlie knew what had happened. "I guess," he responded humbly.
"How big are you hard though?" Charlie asked, never one to shy away from awkward conversations.
"Huh?"
"Your dick, dude. When you're hard it must be a foot long."
Peter closed his eyes again. "I dunno, man."
"Bullshit," Charlie laughed. "You know exactly how long it is. If I had that, I'd be proud of it. I'd have pictures of it up on the fridge."
Peter turned to him and smirked. "I am proud. Believe me."
Charlie laughed again. "You fuckin' dog, bro. Let's go upstairs. I'm fuckin' starving."
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"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," Cynthia said, smiling. "I am the most senior person in this room. Someone needs to tame you guys!"
Charlie had just told another off color joke as the three boys and Cynthia sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating pastries. Despite being twenty years old, Charlie still acted like a teenager sometimes, often unaware of his audience when going on a comedic tangent.
Kevin remained mostly quiet, having a bit of a hangover from the night before. Peter joined in on the jokes, making sure to steer Charlie back on track for the sake of everyone else.
"Oh yeah, Charlie. I'm sure she's definitely going to respond to you," Peter said sarcastically, referring to a girl that Charlie certainly left unimpressed with his antics. He smiled around the room, landing on Cynthia as they two made eye contact. She responded with a warm smile and a glimmer in her eyes.
Her beauty even in the morning with no makeup was unrivaled. Peter had always found her attractive, even as a young boy. But after last night, the two had a newfound connection that he could not take his mind off. His heart raced at even the slightest interaction with her. They had a secret. An unlikely encounter had left them in a unique predicament. But Peter loved it. He smiled back at her.
"I'm going back to bed," Kevin said, rubbing his temple.
"I'm going to Jane's house," said Charlie, clearly facetiously as he had just finished telling a story of his failed attempts at courting her.
Kevin retreated to his bedroom while Charlie went downstairs to gather his things. Peter and Cynthia were left to clean up breakfast together. Once they were safely at the sink with the running water, Cynthia playfull elbowed Peter. "And how are you feeling this morning?"
Peter checked the area to ensure no one was around. "I'm good. I feel refreshed. You?"
Cynthia nodded as she scrubbed a plate. "I'm good, thanks. You probably slept well huh?" As she cleaned the plate, her large breasts bounced under her t-shirt. Peter could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. His cock lurched at the glorious sight. He nervously laughed. "I did sleep well."
Cynthia crept up closer to him so that her left breast was touching his arm. Peter didn't protest as he continued to go about cleaning dishes. "I've never seen a display like that," Cynthia whispered. "You came so much!"
Peter stopped what he was doing and smiled down at Cynthia. He was about six inches taller than her. "That wasn't even my record either," he said slyly.
"My goodness. You have some serious gifts, Peter." She pressed even closer to him, this time reaching over and rubbing his thigh. "Some very serious and big gifts," she repeated.
By now, Peter was sprouting an erection, plainly visible through his shorts. Cynthia eyed it and smiled. She tapped the head of his protruding cock with her finger. "Good morning, sir," she said teasingly. She and Peter laughed together.
"Is there any more coffee left?" a deep voice from the other side of the kitchen emerged. Peter immediately recognized it as Cynthia's husband and Kevin's father, Frank. While Cynthia carried on washing dishes, Peter froze in place. He had an aching erection and was about to have a very uncomfortable encounter.
"On the table in the carafe, honey!" Cynthia called out. Peter pretended to be preoccupied washing a plate that was blatantly already clean.
"Kevin's friends are actually doing something useful around here?" Frank asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He had a way about him that it was difficult to tell if he was actually joking or not.
"Gotta do my part somehow, Mr. Myers." Peter couldn't turn around as he still sported a sizeable half erection.
"I didn't even hear you come home, honey," Cynthia said.
Frank sat down at the table, crossed his legs and opened the newspaper. "I came home late last night. Flight kept getting delayed over and over again," he said without looking up from the paper. Peter carefully watched for Cynthia's reaction, but she didn't seem phased by the conversation.
How late is late?
Peter asked himself, as he frantically replayed the events of last night, unsure if he had been caught.
Frank was a mysterious character around the house. Peter and Charlie barely knew him as he traveled so much, but his large frame and deep, commanding voice often left them feeling intimidated. If he had seen what happened last night, Peter didn't know what he'd do. He admitted to himself he would have to fight. Not just Frank, but maybe Kevin as well. This would not be good. The fear and urgency of the situation allowed him to completely soften between his legs, enough that he could now turn around. Frank still didn't look up.
"That barbecue place on Pleasant is already gone," he announced. "No one seems to survive that corner."
"It's doomed," Cynthia added.
"Doomed forever," Frank agreed.
Charlie emerged from the basement. "Welp. I'm hittin the dusty trail folks. Oh, hey Frank, didn't know you were home." Frank ignored Charlie as he continued to peruse the newspaper.
"Yeah I'm gonna get going too. Thanks for letting us stay here last night," said Peter.
"So soon?" Frank finally looked up. "Was it something I said?" He looked at Peter square in the eyes. He had not even flinched when Charlie announced he was leaving, yet something piqued his interest. His gaze was punishing. Peter's stomach dropped.
"Uhh, yeah. I have to work... so..."
Frank turned back to his newspaper. Peter didn't dare look at Cynthia until he was well out of the kitchen and in the foyer. Cynthia followed shortly after. As Charlie headed for the car outside, she placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and smiled. "Relax," she whispered. "We'll talk soon."
Peter dashed for the car and jumped in. "You alright dude?" Charlie asked. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
"I'm good. Let's go," said Peter.
"Did Cynthia just give you a quick reach around?" Charlie joked as Peter glared at him.
Peter looked out the window as they drove off. "Do you think Kevin's dad is an asshole? He was being kind of a dick, right?"
"He's always been like that. Ever since we were kids. The guy has a giant stick up his ass all the time," said Charlie.
Peter couldn't help but wonder if Frank knew what happened on the patio. In the heat of the moment, the last thing he was thinking about was checking to see if someone was watching.
"Fuckin Cynthia's so hot, man," said Charlie. "Walkin' around without a bra. My God. You know what I mean?" he turned to Peter.
He smiled and nodded. "She's a smoke, for sure."
"Can't believe she saw you naked too. I guarantee you she thought about your dick. Thousand percent."
Peter didn't respond, opting to stare out the window instead. He had something else on his mind.
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Since his parents moved to Florida when he left for college, they didn't sell the house that Peter grew up in. Instead, they held onto it so he could stay there when home from school.
Peter jerked off constantly the following few days. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened and yearned for another opportunity with Cynthia. She told him they would talk soon, but aside from him returning to Kevin's house, he had no idea when that would happen.
One afternoon, he was lying on the couch playing with his cock watching porn when his phone vibrated. It was an unknown number.
"Hi"
Peter didn't respond.
"It's Cynthia."
Peter then stroked his cock excitedly before he typed back.
"Hi how r u?"
"I'm thinking about you sweetie," she said. "We should get together again soon. Not here tho lol"
Peter continued to jerk off. He was desperately horny and she wrote to him at the exact right time. "What are you thinking?" he replied.
"Maybe we can get a hotel or something" Cynthia typed back.
"That would be awesome. Tomorrow?" Peter replied, maybe a bit too eager. He didn't get a response. His confidence deflated. Maybe he was being too forward with his best friend's stepmom, after all.
