Nathan Mills sat on his couch, flipping from one TV station to another to the next. "Daytime TV is such a waste," he thought. A dating show. A Chinese guy making ice cream from pencil shavings and radiator fluid. "My 3-Year-Old Beats Me Into Submission, Then Makes Me Slam My Face Repeatedly On the Scalding Stove Burner." A dating show.
Of course, flipping between these shows wasn't very productive, either. But Nathan had graduated high school two weeks prior, and he wasn't in a hurry to go searching for a summer job. Dating shows were preferable to mowing lawns and trimming bushes, but most of his friends were already busy with their summer jobs.
Nate had been a moderately popular high school student. He got decent grades, and he lettered in football and baseball. He wasn't the star of either team, but he started and was one of the underappreciated but important members of the supporting cast. Playing third base and, more significantly, defensive end, Nate had spent hours in the weight room each week for training. At 18 years old he was 6'2" and weighed 208 pounds. His blue eyes, dark brown hair, infectious smile, and tan skin had garnered the attention of many girls - even one college junior who was quite impressed until she found out he was 18 - but somehow he couldn't connect with any of them.
He had gone on dates with a few different girls. All of them had been fairly stingy with their physical affection. The two who hadn't been stingy just happened to have bad luck. When Nate was a junior, he and Amy Eckert had begun fooling around in a movie theater. Sitting in the back row of the theater, she had leaned over to put her head on his chest. As he put his arm around her shoulders to make room, his hand half-intentionally came to rest on her right breast. He was surprised when she didn't flinch, and he froze for fear that moving might ruin the moment. She had worn a tight white tank top. In the shadows cast by the movie screen, he could see that her nipple had hardened. This was obviously a good sign, so he started to tease her nipple and squeeze her tit. Still seeing no reaction, he began to lift up her top. She turned toward him and started nibbling on his ear. Just as her braless tits were released from her shirt and he bent down to suck on her nipples, the theater door swung open and the usher walked through with his flashlight for the routine check. In the light let in by the still-open door, the usher could see a bare-breasted girl straddling a guy in the back row. It increased the blood flow to the usher's nether regions, but it was against theater policy to let people fool around inside. Amy had tried to hide her nakedness by pressing her breasts into Nate's chest, but this only made her 36D tits bulge out to the side. The entire time the usher bent down to ask the two to leave, his eyes never left Amy's ample side-cleavage.
The other close call was with Erica Crabtree. Erica was one of the less popular but more spirited cheerleaders on the varsity squad. Nobody would mistake her for being gorgeous, but everyone would acknowledge she was cute - every high school's cheerleading squad had someone like her. Her long blond hair was always pulled back in a ponytail and tied up with ribbons of the school colors. She had a tiny little nose and bright green eyes. She was 5'4" and just a shade over 100 pounds. Her breasts were rather small and perky, and her tight little ass drew lots of stares, even though she never knew it. On that particular day, Erica had offered Nate a ride home from school. Since they only lived a couple blocks from each other, this was a rather common occurrence. Erica, with her generous personality that earned her more popularity than some of the more attractive girls, asked Nate if he would like to come in for a snack. Never a person to refuse food or the company of an attractive girl, Nate followed her inside her house. He sat at the kitchen table as she started making a couple of sandwiches. Her baby-doll T-shirt showed her tight stomach and tiny waist when she reached into the cupboards, and when she bent down to grab some cheese from the refrigerator, her purple bikini panties poked out of the top of her jeans. A casual flirt, Nate said, "I see London, I see France…."
Red-faced, Erica stood up quickly and pulled her T-shirt down to cover her lower back. Overall, Erica was a conservative girl, but she wasn't a priss.
"You've seen mine, now I've gotta see yours," she said, as she playfully reached to pull at Nate's T-shirt. In return he playfully batted her hands away, but he didn't retreat. She finally was able to grab the bottom edge of his T-shirt and she lifted it up, revealing the red and white checked waistline of his boxers. Teasingly she said, "Did you steal those from a picnic basket?" but she still had his T-shirt raised to reveal his tanned stomach. Since he had first seen her tummy as she reached into the cupboards, he had been hard. As Erica looked at the waist of his boxers, she suddenly realized that there was a large bulge in the front of his jeans. Curious and playful, she pulled his jeans and boxers away from his stomach and leaned in to peek down his pants. All she could see was a tuft of brown pubic hair and the base of Nate's erect cock.
"Do you wanna see it?" Nate asked. Erica nodded but didn't say anything. Nate quickly unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, which fell to the floor. His boxers were tented obscenely and a large stain of pre-cum had soaked the front of his shorts. He reached inside his shorts to slip his cock through the hole. Erica sucked in a breath and held it. A large drop of pre-cum seeped out from his erect dick and began to drip to the floor. Not wanting to make a mess, Erica reached out her hand and caught the drip just before it dropped from the head of his cock. Still unsure of what to do, she slowly bent and began to kiss and lick around Nate's navel. She moved lower and Nate could feel her hot breath blow across his cock. She slowly stuck out her tongue.
"Anybody home?" a woman's voice cried from the front door.
Erica's mom had come home early from work. As she started to walk through the house, Erica scurried over to the sink to wash Nate's pre-cum from her hand. At the same time Nate yanked his jeans up and buttoned them, but he was too afraid that Mrs. Crabtree would hear the sound of his zipper, so he pulled his T-shirt low to cover the zipper. Luckily the sandwiches had already been made and both kids had been able to grab them and take a bite before Mrs. Crabtree came into the kitchen, which helped them avoid suspicion.
The two kids ate breathlessly as they made chit-chat about school, the neighborhood, and Nate's parents. The arrival of Mrs. Crabtree had originally deflated Nate's hard-on, but her continued presence made it appear again. She was the complete opposite of Erica - tall, large-breasted, long-legged, and exotic-looking, with dark eyes and a Mediterranean complexion. She was a defense attorney, and although she dressed like a professional, her clothes were meant to gain the favor of male judges and jurors. Today was no different. Her long legs were highlighted by her short navy skirt, and her cream silk blouse did little to hide the black bra she wore beneath. Nate could feel his dick poking through his zipper but it stayed covered by his T-shirt. When he stood up to leave, he intentionally faced away from Mrs. Crabtree as he walked to the door. Erica gave him a knowing smile and a quick glance downward as she closed the door behind him. He stayed hard for the entire walk home. It didn't help matters that he kept picturing both Erica and her mother sucking on his cock, one sucking and jacking his dick, the other one perched between his legs and sucking his balls.
His masturbating was especially fun that night and the next morning in the shower.
