The Boys Earn Their Treats

I was playing basketball on the corner park by the courthouse. I go down there pretty often with my friend, Tom. It's our final summer before heading to school and we don't have money to travel. There's not much to do but shoot hoops and smoke weed on the park. It's not so bad, when I'm not playing ball I'm reading piles of books or playing around on my dad's gym equipment. Classic, bored 19 year old shit.

I noticed you as you walked down the hill. I always notice a lady in yoga pants and a hurry. Tom had seen you before - he described you as a 'brunette milf that looked kinda like Jennifer Connelly with the height and tits of Salma Hayek'. Tom was dumb, I wouldn't ever use those definitions but for the sake of fast description - sure - that's good enough. I took an eye off the ball and watched you walk quickly down the hill, it was hard to concentrate on basketball. We don't see too much of the female form around this quiet town.

Just as I got my mind back on the game you were coming back up the hill, slower this time with a coop bag pressed against your chest. You noticed me watching you, and since you're older you did that thing that older people do - you spoke to match the eye-contact.

Beautiful day. You said.

Hot. I said.

Too hot! You smiled and slowed down even more, sort of drifting toward the edge of the park, like a person wanting distraction.

Tom shot another hoop, half-attempting to continue our game, half wanting to join our conversation, or whatever it was.

You live Uptown? Tom asked - throwing another ball at the hoop.

Couple of blocks up the hill. Right by the church.

I know the place. Needs paint!

Yes! That's the place. You laughed. - My husband promised to paint but then he's gone away for weeks - done a runner, left it for me to do, the bastard!

Sounds like a smart man. Said Tom.

Right. You nodded, and started to walk off again, adjusting the bag in your arms. You were walking beyond the edge of the court now, and I wanted to keep you talking...

Well, we're on vacation. We could paint the outside of your house. We're at a lose end. I mean, We. Are. Bored.

You slowed again.

That's fine thanks. You laughed. - You sound like Mormon missionaries.

We're no mormons! Tom, like a child, flexed a bicep. It was painful to watch. Funny. Dumb. You laughed, politely.

Oh, you know what though? You got serious. If either of you know how an Apple TV works... you could help me out. It fucks me off, but it's not starting in the mornings... my husband says it's a simple reset, but I have no idea where that is, or how to do it.

It's tricky when you don't know how. Said Tom, but we all knew he was being kind. He'd have ripped into anyone else who couldn't find a reset button.

Well, I have kids ice lollies. You lifted the bag away from your chest - I only want one. You reset my Apple TV and you can have the rest of this box.

Deal. Tom smiled. We put on our t-shirts and jogged to the edge of the park. Tom carried the ball as I reached to take the shopping bag from you. I couldn't help but notice your breasts, big, and cold from where you'd pressed the icey box against them. You caught me eyeing your cleavage, you may have been a bit annoyed - but you blushed a little. And in a micro gesture you were back to composed, and you frowned a little.

We got to your house. Tom tossed the ball onto the lawn as you opened the front door. It was unlocked.

Such a safe town, this thing is never locked. You said, leading us into the house.

You walked into the kitchen and pointed us to the TV at the end of the living room. You were putting groceries into the fridge, and the freezer. Cursing that things never fit. You told us to find the remotes and see what we could do.

Tom, who has always been way more confident than me, went straight to the TV. He sat on the floor as I sat on the sofa. He found one remote and turned on the TV. You sat on the sofa to the left of me, closest to the kitchen, with an ice lolly in your hand. I couldn't help but watch you - perched on the edge of the sofa a couple of cushions along from me - your back straight, chest out, knees together. It's like you were still in a yoga pose. Tom made noises about the TV - about finding the right input. He was taking way longer than he needed to. Perhaps he was politely showing that 'yes - this isn't easy' to humor you, or perhaps he was stalling for time, and to hang out a little longer in your home.

It was hot and you started to suck on the lolly now, stopping the melt from dripping. I couldn't stop watching. I'm 19 and male, and we see sex everywhere - but I guess you knew what you were doing.

Is there another remote? Asked Tom - his back to us. - I can't get the box to talk to the TV.

Oh - maybe in the sofa. You said, and you leant a little closer to me, pushing your free left hand down between the cushions. Tom, still with his back to us. You didn't find anything on your side of the sofa, so you leant closer toward me, leaning over me - you brushed your far arm over my waist, right along my belt. I felt your breast against my upper arm, and, like I said, I'm 19 so was getting hard super fast. This is the stuff of fantasy.

It was clear now, that you knew what you were doing; this teasing, this licking, this silly brushing of the arm. You slouched back to your end of the sofa

- It's usually between the cushions, right, that's how this shit always ends up. You said, way too serious for us to take you seriously - this was playing like a bad movie.

Well, if you can't find it, I'll have to do everything around here. Tom was so sure of himself, he turned around, to see you now slouched, pretending to be tired, or bored, or exhausted with the trial of it all. your legs a little apart, laying back, your nipples now hard pushing through the fabric of your vest. Tom, not like Tom, stuttered for a moment, he saw the tension between us - I'm not sure you could have looked everywhere, or we'd have it in our hands.

Oh, is that right? You smirked - full on toying with us young boys now. - you'd have it in your hands?

If i had only been getting a little hard when you brushed my waist I was now having to cross my legs to hide my hard cock. I've always been awkward about my cock, it's slightly above average in size and it gets so hard so quickly I'm forever crossing my legs or trying to hide this thing from people. Tom wasn't paying attention to me though. He was crawling from the TV toward you on his hands and knees. This was getting intense, instead of scooting your legs to one side you stepped your feet further apart, not taking your eyes from Tom as he made his way to the sofa.

Those Apple remotes are tricky - they're so thin. He said. - They can hide anywhere.

He reached your knees and knelt upright in front of you. I couldn't believe this guy. He was grinning. I saw you subconsciously bite you lip. I could feel my heart race, this whole thing was super-weird and super hot and I couldn't believe that cliches came true. Tom pushed his right hand down the side of the cushion. You pushed the lollipop into your mouth - keeping your eyes on him. You pulled out the ice as Tom slid his left hand into the other side of the cushion.

Hmm - he said. Are you sure it's not behind you?

And he pushed both hands from your sides to the back of the cushion behind you, and up into the small of your back. You bit and swallowed all of the ice lollipop. He pulled the small of your back up, arching you towards him, bringing your hips to the edge of the seat, your tits gently rolling up to your low cut vest. There was only the fabric of your yoga pants, the fabric of Toms denim jeans and an inch between your pussy and his cock. You looked down from his eyes to his cock, seeing it bulge. You quickly looked at me, checking where my eyes were, you smiled with yours and then scanned down to the hard-on I couldn't hide anymore. Less than 15 minutes ago we were were talking on the park, and now this. You'd not been wet like this in a long time.

Well, it's not there.

Smirked Tom in that shit eating, over-confident way of his. And he knelt back up, giving a little distance between you again, but staring at every aspect of a woman a 19 year old dreams of staring at. You felt his eyes on you, your heart, your nerves racing now. Were you really doing this? What had got into you? You felt me watching you too, you glanced over and noticed me, I was slouched back now, I couldn't help but slightly push my hard cock up into the restricting tightness of my jeans.

You raised your hands above your head, as if stretching, and arched your back again, again pushing your tits out.

Well, I'm sorry then boys. I don't know what we do.

You said, dropping your arms beside you. One hand reaching out, brushing my left hip, the other holding on to the arm of the sofa. Again, you opened your legs but further this time and Tom moved between them, closer. You felt him now, his hard cock pressing through his jeans, through your pants against your pussy. You fixed your eyes on his eyes. He was self-assured, strong and had that courage of naivety that you'd missed. You were almost flat against the sofa, with your ass against the very edge of the seat. Tom above you, he took your right hand by the wrist and pinned it to the back of the sofa. With his free hand he traced the top of your vest, hooking his finger beneath the fabric, against the skin. You felt the force of his cock against you, your pussy getting wetter and wetter. Looking over at me, quickly, you caught your breath, flashing your eyes from my eyes down to my bulging, twitching crotch. Me, too nervous to do anything.

Seems like we all need some things fixing. You said, being witty, smirking at your own dry humor, aware of the way these scenes play out in the horny minds of 19 year old boys.

I don't see anything out of shape here. Said Tom, still holding one hand down, before pulling your vest down into a deeper v... revealing more of your cleavage.

Wait - you said.

Pulling your hand from beneath Toms. You quickly unfastened your bra, and returned to the position you'd been in. Tom grinned. He scooped the straps of your vest over your shoulders, you curved yourself to help him, one breast then another exposed. Your heart racing. Your eyes flashed between us. Ours fixed on you, hungry. You felt him push harder still, you pushed your ass up, your pussy against the hard pressure of his tight jeans. He released your hand and took both of his to your tits, squeezing them, before pushing one hand down to the curve of your pussy over your pants. He cupped you, rubbing and rubbing, one finger gently playing along the crease. You couldn't catch a breath. But you extended your hand to me, as I moved closer, allowing you to reach the front of my pants, my hard cock under the palm of your hand. You rubbed the fabric, you felt the pulse of me as Tom worked on you.

You took your hand off my cock, unzipping my fly. You pulled out my cock, staring at it. You liked the way it looked. So long since you'd seen a 19 year old cock. You licked a finger tip and teased the head. All the while Tom is rubbing you, gently squeezing your right tit, pushing, pushing his cock into the inside of your thigh.

I lean my head closer to you. You see what I want. You take your right hand and guide it to the back of my head, pulling me down to your tit. You want my mouth on you, I circle my tongue on your nipple. Again - you try to catch breath. Over my head you see Tom. He's stopped rubbing your pussy. You're frustrated - you don't want him to stop, but then you see. He's leaning back, unzipping his fly, and forcing his pants down his legs.

Now you have one hand on my cock, and twisting you reach forward to take Tom's into your hand. Tom leans in over you now too, and he's sucking your left tit. We're both sucking you, sucking you and stroking your thighs as you squeeze our cocks. Tom quickly pulls your vest over your head, as we pause and all look at each other silently, just breathing.

We place our mouths back onto your nipples, licking - flicking with our tongues, sucking. Our cocks throbbing in your hands. Then you feel it. Tom is pulling your yoga pants down. He knows what he wants - he's dropped down his mouth and is kissing above your pussy. He pushes your legs further apart. I pull away from your tit to watch what's happening, as you lift your head to watch too.

Tom takes the base of his cock and pushes it against the wet crease of your pussy. The shaft, he pushes up, up and down, withdrawing to tease his head against your clit. You're staring him in the eye, you're sucking his thumb as he pushes, and pushes again. He scoops both your tits into his hands and he's above you, teasing your pussy with the length of his cock. You writhe against him, pushing up, wanting it inside you.

You're still squeezing my cock as Tom works you, but now you pull me over.

Stand over me.

You say, and I kneel on the sofa beside you, watching your tits rock as Tom now pounds and pounds, but doesn't yet come into you. You're staring at my cock, your mouth open, breathless under Tom's rhythm. I push my cock against your face, into your mouth. You lick, you suck - you feel the soft 19 year old skin around the hardness that you remember from boys this age.

Then it happens. One quick scoop of Tom's hands behind your ass, and he pushes his cock into you. You tremble, gasping as he enters you. You feel him throbbing, his hot cock filling your pussy. I take my cock from your mouth and push it against your tit as you wrap your right hand around my ass and pull me in.

Tom locks his eyes into yours and he pushes up and up, deeper and deeper. I step back for a moment as he raises your ankles to the sofa, and he continues to thrust into you. You're watching me pull my own cock over you, your tits as they rock back and forth.

Then Tom's pace quickens, you can feel it about to happen. You move fast with him, aching to cum as he cums - you want to feel the pulse and the squirt inside you. And so it comes, Tom grabs your tits, and sinks with his mouth onto your right nipple, sucking as he shoots his load inside you. But you're watching me now, still stroking, still fixed on you.

Tom backs onto the fall and sits there, catching his breath. You drop your legs, stretching out again, feeling the cum escape.

Shit, what am I doing. You say for a moment, catching a sober thought that somehow sneaks in.

And you stand up like you may leave. I stop stroking my cock for a second, guessing this dream is over. And you start to walk a couple of steps to recover your clothes, something takes you into the kitchen. I can't stop though, and I give chase, almost running. I grab you and push you to the kitchen table.

You're naked still, folded over the table; your tits and your face pushed into the wood. I kick a foot against your ankle and open your legs. I push my cock up inside you, thrusting hard, hard, hard and fast. One hand is on your head, pushing you down, the other hand on your hip, squeezing your ass, pulling you onto my cock. Then both hands on your ass, opening you and pulling you onto my cock, pushing you into the table. Hard, harder and harder. You'd forgotten how fast 19 year old boys can fuck, and I fuck you like that, like your memory but now, here, until you tremble, your legs shaking.

Tom is stood beside us now, he's watching your face. Your mouth open, breathless. And you see that he's hard again, stroking himself to see you fucked. I push and now you feel it, the twitches that come before I squirt, and you push your ass up to meet me. I thrust, and throb and you feel it fill your pussy, running down your legs as I pull out. Tom, cumming again as you roll onto your back on the tabletop. He shoots cum over your tits and rubs it into your skin.

- You've earned your ice lollies. You say. And we leave.