Finally the pain had subsided.
Two weeks after getting out of hospital following a knee operation Tommy was starting to feel better.
Tommy was 18 years old, 6 foot and a lean but muscular 185 pounds. A very successful youth and amateur boxer, Tommy had offers to go professional but had decided on going to university first, and it was this kind of bigger picture vision than prompted him to go under the knife now to sort a niggling knee problem, in the hope it would make life easier in the years to come. The operation had been a success and now the swelling had all but gone and Tommy could get about the house on crutches himself, things were looking up. Things were further looking up when Tommy's Mum finally relented and decided to go away for a pre planned long weekend, on the strict understand family friend Suzanne would keep an eye on him and would be on the other end of the phone should Tommy need anything.
Suzanne was a close childhood friend of Tommy's cousins and lived across the street. At 25, 7 years his senior, Suzanne had always treated Tommy like a kid, teasing him all through growing up. Despite this good natured teasing, and despite being scared of no man, in or outside the ring, Tommy would admit to being slightly intimated by Suzanne. This may have something to do with how beautiful she is, with dirty blonde hair, striking blue eyes and an illuminating, mischievous smile. But, Tommy knew it was more than the amazing looks. It was the confidence. The sheer self assured confidence and the way she carried herself and acted, he found it intoxicating.
Tommy knew he was handsome, and he knew he had a body most guys would die for, but he wasn't the most confident with girls and lacked experienced, mainly due to concentrating on sports and fitness in all his spare time. Not only was Suzanne out of his league, he was too young and inexperienced for her, not to mention him acting like a total dork anytime he was around her due to the nerves. So while Tommy was glad to have the house to himself for a few days, he was also glad he had an excuse to text Suzanne if he was feeling brave, albeit he knew he was just torturing himself as it would never lead anywhere.
Friday came and went, another lazy day lying in bed with his leg propped up watching back to back episodes of Breaking Bad and then sleep. Saturday morning, feeling better, Tommy decided to tape a bin bag to his leg to protect the dressing and drag himself into the shower. After about 20 minutes in the shower, he started getting dried and from the bathroom he was sure he heard the front door close. Just as he thought he was hearing things he heard a voice:
"Tommy!, you ok?"
SHIT, his Mum didn't tell him she'd given Suzanne a key.
"Hi Suzanne, I'm in the bathroom, all good thank you."
The reply made him quiver...
"oh are you sure... I don't mind coming in and giving you a hand..?."
His stuttered reply of "emm ahh no really, honestly, I'm good" was met with a giggled response of:
"are you sure you're sure?"
The mirror may be steamed up but Tommy knew he was bright red and had to get a grip of himself. " Really, Suzanne, I'm managing fine," Suzanne replied offering to make some lunch and asking if there's was anything he needed brought in, another tense exchange through the bathroom door and she left with her parting words:
"you know where I am if you need anything, just send me a text and I'll be over right away, if not, I'll pop in tomorrow, bye!"
PHEW. He was glad that was over. He can't believe his Mum didn't tell him about the key, and he was sure Suzanne didn't knock, although maybe he just didn't hear her. Another minute or 2 and she would've let herself in while he was leaving the bathroom in a towel or worse, naked. As much as the thought partly excited him, it terrified him much much more.
Later that night, for the first time in weeks, Tommy felt the familiar urge of the horn. He hadn't wanked in weeks due to being in hospital and being in so much pain and doped up with meds. Suzanne turning up unannounced earlier was playing on his mind. Although he wouldn't described himself as submissive, he fully acknowledged he'd do anything for Suzanne, and she clearly had a hold over him. He stripped off and lay on his bed, with only his knee dressing bandage on, and imagined Suzanne sneaking into the house and seducing him. His heart raced as his cock got fully hard, impressive at well over 8 and a half inches and thick, he loved to tease himself.
Circumcised at 16 for medical reasons, his head was still very sensitive and Tommy sometimes struggled to touch himself there, preferring to use his shaft and edge himself for hours until finally allowing a huge release. Lost in the moment, slowly stroking, Tommy failed to hear the faint click from down the hall, as the front door was closed gently, or the faint padding of footsteps towards his bedroom door. As Suzanne crept towards Tommy's slightly ajar bedroom door, fully intent on giving him a fright just to make him feel uncomfortable as she knew he did around her, she heard the soft deep moans. Her first though was that Tommy must be in real pain with his knee, until she heard him:
"mmm, fuck yes."
