All characters are 18 years or older
PALM SPRINGS VACATION
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bobby's dream faded, then vanished without a trace as consciousness gradually arose to replace it. Even before he opened his eyes, he became aware of a very pleasant sensation and he realized that his hand was wrapped around his solidly erect penis, gently caressing that stiffly upthrust shaft. Groaning softly, he continued to slowly stroke his fingers up and down his straining erection as he reluctantly cracked open an eyelid and allowed the light of day to spear through his eyeball and stab into his still sleep-fogged brain.
He turned his head and found that the adjoining bed, where his brothers had slept, was empty. Bobby threw back the covers and gazed down at his throbbing hard-on as he gently caressed it. He realized that this was exactly how he had finally fallen asleep, long after he had told his brothers about his meeting with JoAnn and Sharon and all had agreed that they wanted to attend the party later on today. While his brothers had quickly fallen asleep after their short discussion and its foregone conclusion, Bobby lay there wide awake, hard cock in hand, contemplating what he appeared to have agreed to with both excitement as well as apprehension.
"Ohhh, fuck..." the boy groaned, arching his hips upward off the bed while stroking his upthrust, straining shaft. As his butt wriggled, his loosely dangling balls bounced and jiggled against his thighs, sending a searing pain spearing through those overfilled orbs.
"Ohhh, fuck..." he groaned again, this time with an entirely different intonation and meaning. His balls throbbing painfully, Bobby gingerly lowered his ass back down to the bed and remained motionless as the pain gradually ebbed to be replaced by an overwhelming urge to pee.
Trying not to jostle his aching balls, Bobby carefully slid out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. Standing before the toilet, he bent his hard-on downward, pointing it at the bowl. Despite his urgent need to pee, with a fully erect penis, it was difficult to get it started, especially since every jiggle and squirm sent a searing bolt of pain through his aching scrotum.
"Ahhhhhhh..." Bobby sighed with relief as his stream finally got started and he was able to stand there motionless as his bladder drained out through his stiff, hard prick. Finishing, he gently squeezed out the last drops of urine and dabbed it off with a few sheets of toilet paper.
Relief for his bladder, however, provided no relief for his throbbing erection, or his aching balls. Uncertainly, he stood there in the bedroom for a few moments, then hobbled off down the hallway toward the living area, walking bow-legged and wincing whenever his scrotum bounced against his thigh.
Bobby found Sharon and JoAnn sitting at the dining table, naked, chatting and drinking coffee as he shuffled toward them.
Both young women looked up and smiled as they saw the young man's stiff, hard penis pointing the way before him. "Ooooooh...'morning wood'!" JoAnn cooed with delight, reaching out to grasp the boy's hard-on.
"Noooooo!" Bobby cried, holding his hands out in front of him to stop her.
JoAnn looked up at him and saw the pained expression on his face. "What's the matter, Bobby?" she asked, concerned.
"I don't know," Bobby moaned. "I woke up this morning with a hard-on that won't quit and my balls ache like I've never felt before!"
JoAnn looked at her niece, smiling and nodding knowingly. "The boy's got a case of 'blue balls'," she said. She turned back to Bobby. "I guess we did kind of leave you high and dry, last night, didn't we? And then, I'll bet you payed around with it all night, yourself, too, didn't you?"
"I...uhhhh...I...uhhhh..." he stammered.
"Yeah, I thought so..." JoAnn laughed, then purred, "Mmmmmm...I'd love to play with that thing all night myself!" She giggled, "But don't worry, I know how to fix it."
JoAnn took Sharon's hand and carefully wrapped it around Bobby's stiff prick. "Stroke it gently, but be sure you don't jiggle his balls," she said, "and cup your other hand under the head. Be ready to catch it."
"Okay," Sharon nodded as she lightly slid her fingers back and forth along the boy's rigid shaft.
JoAnn stood up and moved to stand behind Bobby. She laid her hands on his shoulders, then slid them down to caress his back, then his buttocks. Squatting down, she grasped his buttocks in either hand and spread them apart. She thrust her face between his parted ass-cheeks and began swirling her tongue around and around the puckered ring of his anus.
"Ughhh..." Bobby jerked at the unexpected, intimate touch of JoAnn's tongue on his ass-hole and winced as his balls were jostled.
JoAnn continued to rim Bobby's bung for a few moments, leaving a generous coating of saliva, then she pressed the tip of her stiffened tongue against the center of that ring and forced it open. JoAnn repeatedly thrust her stiffened tongue in and out of the boy's ass-hole, leaving it dripping with her saliva.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Bobby gasped, his butt twitching, each time JoAnn's tongue thrust into his ass.
While she squatted behind Bobby, probing ass-hole with her tongue, JoAnn cupped her palm over her pussy and slid her middle finger up into her vagina. She slid it in and out several times until she was sure it was well-coated with pussy-juice, then she touched the tip of that finger to Bobby's already lubricated rectum, and slid it up inside his ass.
Bobby groaned and rose up on his toes at this unexpectedly deeper intrusion, thrusting his straining hard-on forward and upward.
With her finger deep in Bobby's ass, JoAnn located the boy's prostate and began to massage it.
As if she had turned on a faucet, a continuous stream of thick, translucent cum began to gush from the tip of Bobby's straining penis, filling Sharon's cupped palm.
