This story is completely fictional. All names, places and events are used in a fictional manner. The story comes from the imagination of the author. All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18. This is my first story. Enjoy and please leave feedback so I may improve my future writings.
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It was the summer I turned 18. It was the summer I graduated from high school, the summer I got accepted to Virginia Tech. It was the summer that everything changed. It was the summer I met Luke.
Luke arrived on a warm Tuesday evening in late July. He came with two large suitcases and a look of exhaustion on his face. Luke was my step second cousin once removed (or something like that). His father was cousins with my step dad, Bill. Luke's father was a drunk who kicked him out. Luke was 21 and attending a college nearby. He had arranged dorm to live in once September hit but until then he had no place to stay. My step-dad Bill had offered our guest room to him for 6 weeks.
At 5 foot 8 Luke towered over my stature of 5 foot 3. He was an average body type, neither fat nor slim. He was more muscular then most guys I knew but by no means was he a body builder. He had dark brown hair that was a little shaggy but still kept neat. Over the next week I began to learn a little about him. Luke had a fondness for classic rock as evidenced by his Black Sabbath and AC/DC shirts. He was quiet and mostly kept to himself. He worked a few days a week at a sports store and went out with his guy friends at night. He didn't have a girlfriend. Other than at meal times he usually stayed in his room watching TV. I had no idea that very soon I would get to know him on a more intimate level.
A few days into his stay things changed. I came home from a shopping trip and found a note my mom had left for me on the kitchen table "There some towels in the dryer. Fold them and bring them to Luke's room". I reluctantly did so. As I walked down the hall to the guest room I thought to myself,
ugh I know he's a guest but why do I have to play maid for him. I wasn't the one who invited him here. Why can't he get his own towels?
I was so distracted in my thoughts that I forgot to knock and I walked in fully unannounced. Luke sat on the bed fully naked with his hand on his erect penis. I dropped the towels. "What the Fuck Kelly!"
"I...I'm so sorry." I bent down to pick up the towels but my eyes stayed glued to his hard member. "Jesus Christ, didn't anyone teach you to knock!"
"No... I... I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking." I was still staring at his naked body, mesmerized. Luke had nothing to cover himself up with and for some strange reason my eyes were drawn to him. My hands fumbled with the towels as I tried to avert my eyes, but failed.
"Forget the damn towels....and quit staring! It's not like you've never seen a dick before." There was a short pause. "Wait... you haven't, have you?" The look on my face must have given me away. I had in fact, never seen a naked man. I once had glimpsed my dad coming out of the shower but that certainly didn't count.
I felt my face get hot. His anger turned to amusement and intrigue. He chuckled at me, "What are you 12? Haven't you ever had a boyfriend?"
"Um no" I managed to say weakly. I was always the weird, shy, nerdy girl that guys ignored. I was short, dorky, and had barely a B cup. I had always been invisible to the opposite sex.
Luke smiled a cute amused smile, "Like what you see then."
I stammered, "Yes. I mean... it's big."
Luke chuckled again, "Thanks for the complement but it's not that big, just average."
"Well it looks big to me. I didn't mean to interrupt you. Where you um... you know."
"Masturbating yeah...and you really should learn how to knock."
I felt embarrassed but before I knew what I was saying the words flew right out of my mouth. "Can I watch?"
Luke spoke in disbelief, "you want to watch me masturbate?"