It had been a long trip back from school and after spending much of the afternoon unloading his car Scott was looking forward to grabbing a beer and simply relaxing. He thought about putting on a bathing suit and going out to the pool but it was full of leaves and he wasn't about to waste his time cleaning the pool. Instead he grabbed his beer and wandered into the bathroom and began filling the bathtub with hot water. His dorm room only had a shower and though he rarely took baths, he looked forward to easing into the water and sipping a beer.
As the tub was filling, he walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a second beer, "Hell no use running out of beer halfway through my bath," he thought to himself. He heard a call pull up in the drive as he headed back toward the bathroom. Peeking out of the window he noticed his sister was home. He hollered out, "Hey sis, I'm just stepping into the bathtub. I'll talk when I get out."
He could have met her at the door, given her a hug and then been trapped filling her in on all the things she was missing out on while going to the local junior college instead of going off to the university like him, but he didn't want the bath water to get cold or his beer to get warm. He convinced himself that they could always talk later, so he locked the bathroom door and quickly undressed. Turning off the water, he cupped his hand over his balls and lowered himself into the steaming fluid.
As his body got used to the heat, he slowly removed his hand from his balls and reached out for the beer. The bottle was dripping from condensation and the cold liquid was so refreshing. He closed his eyes and began daydreaming, letting his mind wander. Before long he found himself thinking of his girlfriend, who had returned to her parent's home halfway across the country just a few days earlier.
Remembering how she let him go down on her for the first time the night before she left, he pictured the way her lips slowly opened as his tongue slid up and down their length. He loved seeing his tongue opening her, exposing the tender pink inside and he wished he could taste her again. Now he could only imagine the tart, salty taste of her as his tongue burrowed deep into her pussy. Picturing how he began to move her hips, grinding herself against his face as he ran his tongue over her clit, he reached his hand to the soap and lathered it up.
He gently wrapped his fingers around his hard cock as he continued daydreaming about eating his girlfriend. Watching his hand slide up and down the length of his cock, he watched the large purplish head poking through the top of his fist. Feeling the sensation roll down his cock, he moaned...
