Jeff - All Eyes On Me 2

By Chess1972

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Monday

Chapter 1

By the time we were all gathered for breakfast before school, the girls had figured out that I knew about Chuck putting on his strip shows. With that in the open, they felt free to mount a full court press to get us (mainly me) to do one for them that evening. There was pleading: “please, Please. Puhleeeeeazzz”. ( I’ve discovered that teenage girls think repeating things three times works much better than simply once.) There was flattery: “ It would be so cool!” “ We think you would be as hot as the dancers on the videos.” “I bet you have the best body of any boy our age in school.” There were challenges: “Linda doesn’t believe you’re as brave as Chuck was.” There was logic: “It would be so educational for girls our age to see a variety of body types up close.” They also made many promises to keep it a secret: “ Cross our hearts …”.

I found it all kind of amusing and wasn’t really used to this kind of attention. Finally, I just said that I would probably just go along with whatever Chuck wanted to do. I think I pretty much knew that I was kind of sealing my fate. Chuck needed the money for his preorder. The girls knew this and immediately went to work on Chuck. Since Gram had already gone out, no one knew whether any prize was really on offer so the discussion was postponed until after school.

Before we left, Chuck’s Mom took me aside for a little one on one discussion again. She asked me if the girls were overdoing it. I told her it was fine, that I just wasn’t used to all of the attention. She said she could shut them down, but did not intend to unless I asked her to. She said “I’m going to be honest with you and tell you that I’m letting them continue because I hope they succeed”. That surprised me. She gave me several reasons. She had always believed that little boys didn’t need to be so modest. Even though I wasn’t really “little”, the idea still applied. She thought Chuck was too modest and knew he had only done his strip because of the money and because he knew his family would not be mean to him. She said that she wanted Chuck to see another boy entertain some females by exposing his body and enjoy the experience.

The second reason was that it would make the girls so happy. She told me how the girls were eager to get a thorough examination of the body of a boy their own age. They were really excited about the possibility of seeing me instead of Chuck because I was new, I wasn’t related (thus no “ick” factor), and I had a hotter body. She said “ I love my son to death, but let’s face it you have a body that any female would enjoy looking at ”. She said that she also hoped the girls succeeded in convincing me because she herself would enjoy a really good look at my body. The male body fascinated her and she rarely got the opportunity to closely examine one, especially a young one, without feeling self conscious. She would never do anything to try and make me, but the thought of me dancing in front of them in my underwear made her smile. I was impressed with her honesty. Her interest didn’t seem sexual or creepy but more like appreciating an attractive object in its natural state. She obviously wanted to make this happen for the girls and assured me again that she could keep this completely within the family unless I said otherwise.

She concluded by stating that while I might find this idea embarrassing, it really shouldn’t be. She had dropped into one of our swim meets once and, while she didn’t get a close look, it seemed that our swim suits were more revealing than underwear and yet we were easily talking with friends and family without any false modesty. She said that she was sure this could be a win-win. All the women and girls would enjoy the performance and, after I got past the embarrassment, I would really enjoy the attention. She guaranteed that she would keep it positive and there would be no humiliation.

I told her that I had never really danced much and she said “Sweetie, if your clothes come off, none of us will care much about your dancing”. I repeated that I would probably do whatever Chuck chose and she just smiled. I think she knew how that would all work out.

At school that day, I didn’t talk to Chuck about it, but I thought a lot about it as I went through my day. By the time, we went home I already knew that I wanted this to happen. I’ll come back to the reasons later, but let’s finish how it came to be. Gram arrived at the same time and the girls immediately were on her to offer a prize for us stripping, even offering to contribute. Gram said that that was not necessary and said she would certainly offer the prize and was looking forward to the show. I knew Chuck needed the money but he was hesitating. I began to think that he was embarrassed to do the strip in front of me. I really thought I was being subtle when I pushed him a bit by declaring that I would never take Gram’s money since I was a guest and that she should give my share to Chuck if he decided to do it. I knew that a double prize would give Chuck the money he needed for his preorder.

Well, that was about as subtle as a nuclear weapon. I saw Chuck’s Mom get a big grin on her face. She knew I had essentially just volunteered to strip for them. Even the girls seemed to understand that Chuck would never pass that up. So it was settled. After watching a few videos tonight, Chuck and I would be stripping down to our underpants in front of the assembled females of the family. The girls were bouncing around the room. “I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait.” (again three times is better.) Fortunately, I had to go out to a meeting so I was spared a lot of squealing and giggling.

Chapter 2

So, why did I agree to do this, something I would have never considered just a day ago? I guess you can tell that I’m a self aware kind of guy. I do spend time trying to understand what motivates me and why certain events affect me in certain ways. Perhaps it is the psych training we get when preparing to compete. First, I sincerely wanted to make these people happy. Beyond the desire to please these women and give them what they want, I also considered this a kind of experiment to further explore a few things I had been thinking about.

The first was related to something Chuck’s Mom had said. I had recently been wondering why I could interact with people wearing a revealing swim suit without being self conscious, but would have been embarrassed to be seen wearing something less revealing just because it was called underwear. We rarely wore speedo type suits any more but the competition suits we wore were very tight and form fitting especially when wet. All the boys had prominent bulges which were on display to the world.

I guess this is as good a place as any to talk about my bulge or my genitalia. I had grown a lot down there during puberty and was confident that I was pretty well built for my age. Hanging soft, my dick was at least 3 inches long and perhaps a bit more. There were guys in the locker room who were longer but not very many and none that were thicker. Of course, I have no idea what they look like hard, but I was above average for 13. What really stood out though were my balls. Since I started producing semen, they seemed to grow quite large. They really hung down most of the time and when they were drawn up, my scrotum was a pretty big pouch which lifted my dick up and out even soft. When wearing a tight suit, that whole package was lifted and shoved forward. Even when things shrunk up a bit in the pool, it was a very noticeable bulge.

I know even my mother and sister noticed. I’m sure many others did as well. Tanya had even made a couple jokes when my mother was not around. Both girls then giggled about it. So, that was my question to myself. Every week, I stood and talked to family and friends with this bulge displayed in my wet suit after a swim meet without a second thought. However, if those same friends had come to my house and surprised me in the kitchen wearing my boxers while getting a drink, I would have turned red and took off for my room. Why was that since my boxers were much less revealing? Chuck’s family was already making plans to attend my swim competition this weekend. They would all get a good up close look at me in my tight, wet swim suit. So, what difference would stripping down to my underwear make? I normally wore boxer briefs which were form fitting and showed my bulge but less so than my swim suit. I also had a backup plan. If I panicked at the last minute, I would just go up to the room and switch to the boxers which I brought to sleep in. No one, but Chuck would know and those boxers were not very revealing at all. So, the experiment would be whether I could get past the embarrassment of being in my underwear in front of the girls by just convincing myself that it was no worse than a swim suit.

To understand the other experiment, I have to tell you a story. A month or so ago, we had a swim meet against one of our big rivals. For some reason, their team was weaker than usual so we kicked their butts. We spent a long time on the pool deck celebrating with friends and families, posing for photos, shoving each other in the pool, etc. I remembered that I needed to ask my Mother a question. I spotted her with a group of 4 or 5 ladies that I recognized as being on various committees with her. She spotted me at the same time and waved me over. They all congratulated me and asked a few polite questions about school etc. Normally, I would just wait for a polite opportunity to thank them and leave, but I needed to find a chance to get my Mother aside so I could ask her something. So, I stayed with the group.

Eventually, I noticed that one of the women had dropped back a bit from the group and I noticed that she was staring directly at my groin. From time to time, she would scan the faces to make sure no one was noticing, then her gaze returned to my bulge. I had noticed earlier in the locker room that you could make out the outline of my penis within the bulge if you saw it from the right angle.

At first, I was sort of creeped out. I mean this was a woman in her 50s. I could not remember her name but was sure that she had been on a church committee with my Mom. If I remembered correctly, her children were grown and she had a husband in ill health. But right now, she was fascinated by what was protruding from my groin. I thought about moving or turning somehow to block her view. I even considered staring right at her so she would know she was busted. Instead, for some reason, I found myself turning slightly to give her the best, the most detailed view of my dick.

I don’t know why. For some reason, this attention from a woman that I was not remotely attracted to was starting to excite me. I didn’t get hard or anything, but I was definitely feeling a tingle down there. When I turned, her eyes darted up to my face but I seemed completely engrossed in the group’s conversation. Her gaze returned to my package and, if anything, grew more intense. It was like she was trying for x-ray vision to see through the material. After probably only a couple minutes, although it seemed longer, she seemed to snap out of it and quietly moved to where she could not see me below the waist. I was able to politely interject my question to my Mother and the incident was over.

What was weird was that I continue to occasionally have fantasies about this while jerking off. I fantasize that this woman, whom I am not sexually attracted to at all somehow manages to get into the locker room or my home and watches me remove the swimsuit and reveal the parts that she was so interested in. Why did that turn me on? That was the other experiment. Would stripping to my underwear in front of women and girls that I did find attractive give me even more fantasies?

When I returned, I again helped Chuck’s Mom and Aunt Ev in the kitchen. They said I was being quiet and asked if I was nervous. I said that sometimes I wanted to hide out in Chuck’s room and skip the whole thing and sometimes I just wanted to take my pants off and get it over with. Aunt Ev said that she hoped I did neither. She didn’t want me to back out as that would really disappoint her and the girls. She also hoped that I wouldn’t be in too big a hurry. The anticipation was a big part of the fun.

Chuck’s Mom said that even though the girls would be eager and be yelling “Take it off”, they all would all enjoy it more if we stretched it out and teased them a bit. She said that teasing is fun if you know that eventually you’re going to get what you want. She then said that perhaps she should direct the performance. Even though everyone would be yelling and cheering, we could just listen to her and she would tell me where to stand, when to dance or move, when to turn and when to tease or take something off. I thought that that was an excellent idea and asked her to do that. I could just concentrate on her directions and not pay attention to what was happening.

The only other odd thing that happened before dinner were some more teasing remarks from the girls to Chuck. “Are you going to go for a bonus?” “We hope you do, only not so quick this time.” So, once again, I am browbeating Chuck for an explanation. It seems that the last time he danced he needed a little more money than Gram had offered for his prize so: “I sort of flashed them”. What???!!! He pulled his underpants down in back to expose his butt “just for a couple seconds” and then pulled them down in front just to the base of his dick. He said that he probably wouldn’t this time because I was there and he thought he had enough money from the double prize. Good.

So by dinnertime. I was a little nervous but feeling ok about the whole thing. Chuck’s Mom as going to tell me exactly what to do and I had my mantra of “It’s no worse than a swim suit”. I was pretty confident that I could go through with it with minimal embarrassment, make everyone happy, and learn something about myself via my experiments. It was really going to be ok.

Then it all went to shit.

Chapter 3

It all started with Claire. During dinner, Chuck’s Mom made sure the conversation centered on other topics. But by dessert, she had given in to the growing excitement of the girls and let them talk about the upcoming strip show. Claire then launched into her wish that we had g-strings like the dancers in the videos. Linda gave me a big teasing smile and said that she would love to see me dancing in just a little pouch like that. Even the adults were grinning at that image. I just smiled and let them ramble on while Chuck was finishing my dessert and his grandmother’s.

“I wish I had known that they were going to dance,” Claire said, “I bet we could have found g-strings online we could order.” Chuck’s Mom pointed out that there wasn’t time for that now. Only during the first few days of the week, would everybody be together for a show like this. Later in the week, there were too many evening activities and meetings planned. Thank goodness for that!

Then Chuck’s Mom blew away my confidence and security. “You know” she said, “I’ve been trying to keep up with all the extra laundry we have with the extra people this week”. “This afternoon after school, I asked the boys for their gym clothes to add to the wash. As I was moving the load to the dryer, it occurred to me that the athletic supporters you boys wear are something like g-strings.”

Thank you, Coach Warner. Coach Warner was about 100 years old and had taught PE at our school for 90 years or so. An exaggeration I’m sure, but not a large one. He cared little about physical education and only seemed to care that you didn’t fight in the locker room, didn’t talk back to him, and showed up on time and in the correct uniform. The PE uniform consisted of: athletic shoes with white sweat socks, school t-shirt, matching gym shorts (short wide leg, elastic waist, no fly), and a jock strap. Failure to comply earned you PE during summer school.

Linda had never actually seen a jock so Claire raced into the laundry room and returned with Chuck’s. The waist band and straps were obviously different than a g-string but the similarity was apparent. Wearing one, left 80% or so of your butt bare. The pouch was made of thin mesh-like material that obviously would be quite revealing when filled. It also seemed that none of the women, even the adults, had seen a male wearing a jock.

While I sat there stunned, the conversation bounced around the table, the females got more and more excited, and somehow it was decided: Instead of stripping from street clothes to underpants, we would be stripping out of out PE uniforms to our jocks. How did this happen? I also remembered that my jock was an old one that should have been replaced because it was a little small. I hadn’t bothered since I just used it for PE. I would really be on display.

A common theme throughout this week is that I could have always refused. Somehow it never seemed to be a serious option. I had already said that I would do what ever Chuck did. Why wasn’t Chuck objecting? Didn’t he understand how embarrassing a jock was? I think I would rather have my Mother see me nude than in just a jock; they are just so silly looking. But Chuck was just acting bored. This wouldn’t be just a flash like his “bonus”, but his butt would be almost completely bare and his little balls and 1 inch dick would be apparent to his whole family. He didn’t say a word.

I thought I could hint at my discomfort to Chuck’s Mom and perhaps she would offer me an out. I did get a chance to talk to her while we were cleaning up and preparing snacks, but that possible escape vanished quickly. She was extremely happy with the whole idea. She thought seeing us in just our jocks would be “darling” and the highlight of the week for the girls. She also said “And it solves one of your problems”. How did it solve my problem? “Well you expressed reservations about your dancing ability and it occurred to me that in your PE gear I could mix in some exercises and aerobics which you would be more comfortable with. Another win-win for us all.” It didn’t feel like a win.

Later, when Chuck and I were changing up in his room, I tried to hint that dancing in your jock in front of your family would be embarrassing and said that I probably couldn’t do it in front of mine. Chuck just smiled. He said that he wasn’t worried about the jocks at all because “Nobody is going to be looking at me”. He said “Everybody wants to see you undressed. You’ve got the nicer body and aren’t related to them. When they see the jock and see how big your dick and balls look, they won’t even remember I’m there. I could take a break and go play video games and they wouldn’t even notice. And it doesn’t bother me at all. I get the money I need and you get the attention. It couldn’t have worked out better.”

Before I could respond, Chuck’s Mom knocked and entered. She smiled when she saw us in our PE gear and said we looked cute. (Cute … yuck) She wanted to make sure that Chuck knew that she was directing the routine and that she was going to include some exercises. Chuck complained that he would get tired and she told him to take a break whenever he needed to. Chuck gave me a big smirk which said “See, they don’t care whether I’m there or not. “ When she left, he said “I think we’ll go for the bonus after all. I could use a few extra bucks.” I pointed out that our butts would already be on display so he couldn’t flash his for a bonus. He said “I’ll think of something, just follow my lead.” I said “Maybe”.

Chapter 4

We all gathered down in the rec room and had our snacks although I had little appetite. We watched some more stripper videos and I tried to pay attention to how the men danced. I felt like the girls were constantly watching me, even trying to look up the wide legs of my gym shorts. Everyone was eager to get started (or get it over with) so they set up for the show. The brought out a large exercise mat as our “stage” and positioned it 6-8 feet from where they were sitting. The girls were on cushions in the center. Gram was to their left in her chair doing her crocheting as usual. The Moms were on a sofa on the other side although Chuck’s Mom was balanced on the arm so she could direct the action. They left the stripper video on in the background for inspiration and had Aunt Ev working the remote on the stereo to skip between slow music and livelier tracks when they wanted to see us exercise or move faster.

Chuck and I were barefoot so all we had to remove were our t-shirts and shorts. That’s why Chuck’s Mom wanted the slow tease. She started us out just slowly swaying to the music then turning so they got a good look at our bodies. There was a constant stream of cheering, catcalls, and comments on what they were seeing. I’m sure they were saying nice things about Chuck but I just concentrated on what they were saying about me. I noticed right away that the comments were overwhelmingly positive. I think many girls in this situation would be inclined to tease the boy. I believe Claire and Linda had been well coached. Something like “If you want our fun to continue, make sure this is fun for Jeff”. There was some teasing but it was pretty good natured and always followed by a compliment.

The moms were positive too. Chuck’s Mom said how much she liked looking at a boy’s legs and these short gym shorts really showed mine off. Aunt Ev said she thought my legs were as sexy as any she had seen on a boy. When we switched sides, Gram said “I see what you mean about the legs but those cute buns moving around in those little shorts really get me going. Gram’s preoccupation with the male posterior was well established. The girls were more interested in my arms and chest since the t-shirt was a little tight. Sure I was being manipulated, my ego was being fed. It was working though.

When she switched to exercises, she did not make it very strenuous. I had never heard of a few of them and the girls had to get up and demonstrate, giggling all the time. Then she slowed it down again and had us start teasing by lifting our shirts, first from the back then the front, a little higher each time. Finally it was time to slowly pull the t-shirts off. If anything, the cheering and screaming increased. Lots of comments of how hot we looked in our little shorts and suggestions that we wear those around the house from now on. Now Chuck’s Mom had us moving more trying to get us to break a sweat she said. Chuck started to take short breaks but I was starting to enjoy myself. I would bend over or shake my butt in front of Gram for example. I admit that I started showing off a bit and they were encouraging me. They would position me so they could watch the exercises from the rear or from the side. My audience was really enjoying themselves and I was cooperating.

Eventually though, Chuck’s Mom said that it was about time for us to give our fans what they wanted and model those supporters for them. She had us tease at first: lifting the legs of the shorts as high as we could, lowering the front to the top of the pouch, and lowering the back to the start of our cracks. All too soon she said “It’s about time for the grand unveiling. Decide which way you want to be facing when the shorts first come off.”

Chuck and I looked at each other and seemed to both reach the conclusion that we wanted delay to revealing of our bare butts as long as possible, so we faced forward. I was positioned pretty much in front of the girls and Chuck was over toward Gram. Aunt Ev switched to some very slow music and Chuck’s Mom said “Now slowly dance back a couple steps, then grasp the waistband of the shorts and start lowering them. No more teasing. Lower them to the floor, step out of them and step forward to the front edge of the mat. Keep your arms up and out so you don’t block our view.”

When I straightened up and stepped forward as close to the girls as I could get and stay on the mat, the noise level suddenly dropped, which surprised me. Then I heard Linda say “Whoa”. Aunt Ev added “ Wasn’t expecting that.” I then looked down at myself and saw what they saw. My scrotum was packed in and pretty much filled the entire pouch of my too small jock. This forced my penis up and out. It protruded at least an inch and, since I am circumcised, the entire head was clearly outlined as it tried to penetrate the thin mesh fabric.

I don’t blush easily but I felt a hot flush run down my whole body. The girls were hugging each other and bouncing up and down as they screamed, then leaned forward for as close a view as possible. Even Chuck had to laugh when he looked over to see what was going on. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I turn around or reach down and try to adjust myself? But before I could do anything, Chuck’s Mom’s voice penetrated my brain: “It’s OK Sweetie. We weren’t expecting it but we all really love what we‘re seeing. Just stay as you are for a bit and let us enjoy it.” So I did.

After moving down so Gram could see what the fuss was about, Chuck’s Mom had us bounce around a bit so our pouches would bounce too. Nothing moved much so the outline of my dick was still pronounced. Gram then said “ Isn’t it about time for you to show me those cute buns of yours?” Chuck’s Mom said “ Yes boys, time to turn around and show us those cute little bare bottoms.” Everyone really laughed at our bare butts outlined by the straps of the jock. We then did some faster dancing and more exercises. I’d never worked out in just a jock before and it felt weird but was certainly a hit with the audience. I was starting to relax and enjoy the attention again.

The girls then asked what we were going to do for a bonus. Gram said she’d like a better view of our rear ends, without having the straps in the way. I was afraid Chuck was going pull down his jock, but instead he pulled the waistband a little higher then grabbed the straps and pulled them aside leaving his whole butt on display. After Chuck moved down I did the display for Gram. She said “Oh my, I would love to get my hands on that.” Her daughters said “Mother, he’s only 13”. Gram replied “ I don’t mean anything really dirty. I’d just like to pat it and squeeze it.” The girls said “ How about spank it?” and Gram replied “That might be fun but I really like just rubbing a boy’s bare behind.”

I thought we were done but after we switched places again, Chuck faced forward, grabbed the waistband of his jock and lowered it just below the base of his penis. When I did the same in front of the girls, it got quieter again for a moment. I wondered what I’d done now when Linda said “He’s got hair!” I had forgotten that Chuck was still pretty hairless so they were surprised at mine which is getting pretty thick. “And he has a really fat one!”, Claire added. When I looked down I realized I had lowered mine bit more than I thought and almost an inch of my dick was visible. It was easily twice as thick as Chuck’s. His Mom reminded the girls that men come in a range of sizes and boys our age are in various stages of development, just like girls developed breasts, grew hair, and got their periods at different times. After that, it all seemed kind of anticlimactic and the show wound down to a halt.

Chapter 5

I want to conclude this account of Monday’s activities with two items: an observation which I found interesting and a situation which concluded the day.

I should first note that Chuck’s family was quite physically affectionate. They were huggers and kissers. They hugged and kissed when they said good bye and hugged each other good night. Now I hug my Mom quite often and even my sister from time to time. I got hugs and kisses of congratulations after athletic events. But Chuck and Claire give their Mom a big hug and peck on the lips when she drops them off at school and don’t seem to care who is watching. On Sunday, I was offered the opportunity to participate in the good night hug around where everybody hugs everybody. I got a nice hug from Chuck’s Mom and an even warmer one and kiss on the cheek from Aunt Ev. The hugs with the girls were kind of awkward but ok. That was really the only touching I’d had.

That changed on Monday. After our performance, I had pulled my gym shorts back on. That earned me some “Awwws” and “Booos” from the girls so I left my t-shirt off while we did the cleanup chores. After the work was done, Chuck disappeared, but the rest of us stood and sat around the kitchen for some time, chatting about various things. I quickly noticed that anyone standing or sitting near me touched me as they spoke to me. They weren’t groping me or anything, just a hand placed on my forearm or leg or perhaps rubbing my upper arm as they spoke. I don’t know if it was all the exposed skin (still just in my gym shorts) or just a change in attitude after the stripping. They also no longer maintained eye contact as they spoke, but often scanned my body during the conversation.

At one point, the girls were having a disagreement about something. As the dispute went on, Aunt Ev said “Are you girls planning on settling this with a tug of war”? Everyone laughed. Each girl had one of my hands gripped in both of theirs. It was true for the adults as well. When I asked Aunt Ev about the status of the renovations on her place, she sat down by me, placed her hand on my knee, and launched into a long rant about the contractor. During the whole talk, she rubbed and massaged my upper leg from my knee to the hem on the leg of my gym shorts. Chuck’s Mom finally said “Sis, are you feeling up my houseguest?”

When we finally called it a night, the hugs were warmer and extended. The girls pressed their bodies against mine, thanked me for being such a good sport and hoped we could all play some more later in the week. Chuck’s Mom gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek, then held me by the shoulders as she told me how proud she was and how brave I was. She was just so happy that she decided to help my parents out, etc. Sure, she was still working me. She ended with another big hug and kiss on cheek, then as she pulled away, she leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. She said she had always kissed her kids that way and hoped I didn’t mind. Not me, I’m Mr Cooperative. Aunt Ev gave me a big hug and rubbed her hands up and down my bare back finally sliding one hand down and cupped my ass. She rubbed and squeezed my butt through the thin material of my gym shorts, then leaned back and looked into my eyes to see if I dared object. When I did not, she patted my rear a couple times, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said good night.

When I got to Chuck’s room, I kind of wanted to talk about the whole stripping experience, but Chuck was only interested in where he was going spend his money and order his game. As I pulled off my clothes to change into the boxers and t-shirt I slept in, the whole dancing, exposure, embarrassment, attention, comments, and touching suddenly came rushing into my mind and I got the biggest and hardest erection of my life. Up until this point, I had kept it under control and had not gotten completely hard, but now I was so hard it actually hurt. I had my back to Chuck so quickly pulled on my boxers. It was still plainly visible though so I jumped into bed and covered myself up to my waist.

I knew right away that this was not going to go away and I could never get to sleep like that. I was going to have to jerk off. There seemed no easy way to get past Chuck’s bed to the door so I would have to wait until he fell asleep. That took a while and by the time he was under, the adults came to bed after watching their videos (I assumed). Chuck’s Mom and Gram had their own bathrooms but I had to wait for Aunt Ev to finish with ours. Finally, I was able to quietly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself. My dick was so hard it was pointing almost straight up. I had trouble aiming it like that so made a bit of a mess and spent some time finding some rags and sponges to clean everything up. I was still not completely soft when I left the bathroom and almost ran into Chuck’s Mom who was standing just a few feet from the door.

She said that she had heard me and was afraid I had gotten sick from some of the snacks. Then she gave me a smile which said she knew exactly what I had been doing, glanced down at the bulge which still remained in my boxers, and said she was happy that I was feeling good about the experience. She reminded me that she said that this could be a win-win for everybody, then gave me another knowing smile and went to bed. When I returned to the room, I dozed fitfully for an hour or so, often waking to memories of her smile and the events of that evening. I ended up heading down to masturbate once more. Fortunately, no one was in the hallway when I came out that time.

Then it all changed again.

(The End)