another room. Any room that had a view of the skate park. The second door down the hallway, he opened it up and stepped in. It was a bit of a dark room. Band posters covered the walls, CDs scattered across the floor, and on the ceiling, a poster of a wet, bikini-clad Adriana Lima. Obviously, this was the Young's son's room. He was in luck, as the only window in the room had a view of the park. It was slightly farther away than the other, but he didn't care. Jeff was in plain sight.

Eyes still fixated on the skater, David propped himself on the edge of the messy bed, unzipping his fly and undoing the button, allowing his jeans to slide down to his shins as his hand wrapped around his semi-erect cock. His eyes then shifted back toward the window. Jeff was still in sight, and once again, he'd peeled of his shirt like he always did... so cocky, and it seemed to excite David so much. His semi-flaccid member quickly hardened to a full erection, and his slightly sweaty fingers wrapped around his shaft firmly. A soft groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he began jerking himself off. Eyelids fell over his baby-ish shade of brown eyes, leaning his head back slowly as the stroking motion on his cock sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. A shuddering gasp slipped through parted lips as he imagined Jeff's thin but toned form… about the times he would fantasize putting his hands on him, or to maybe even lower those exposed boxers to get a taste of what Jeff had to offer beneath.

Just thinking about that sent another wave of excitement through David's body as he stroked a little harder now... feeling his throbbing, moist shaft twitch with each second closer he was to releasing a hot, sticky load all over the room of a guy he hadn’t even met yet. It was so rare for David to indulge in his sexual fantasies that he just didn't know how to keep quiet. His groans were quiet, hushed and cautious, but instead loud, whimpering gasps and soft fries whenever he felt that climax threaten to burst through the slit of his pre-cum leaking tip. And then all of a sudden, the image of Jeff in his mind disappeared… for some reason, he'd lost it, and was getting so close. His eyes quickly flew open to stare out the window… only to find Jeff and the other skaters had left the park. Damn! He grunted in frustration as he continued gently stroking on his cock, and was just about ready to finish up without Jeff… when to his shock, the bedroom door swung open.

There, at the doorway, was a teenager of about 18 or so. Tall and slightly pale, jet black hair kept spiked up and back, with a line of facial hair running down the sides of his face and meeting at his chin to form a neatly kept goatee… A black tank top was twirled up and resting on his shoulders, exposing that thin, yet toned torso of his. It was a sight that was all too familiar. The Young's son was finally home…and his name was Jeff Young.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin' bro?" Jeff asked the man sitting on his bed. A tone more along the lines of surprise rather than anger.

"I... oh...um...." For a moment, David could barely speak. Then again, how could one find words at such an awkward moment?

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jakieboy	Posted: 2007/12/7 15:17  Updated: 2007/12/7 15:17
Tease Joined: 2007/11/9 From: Texas Gulf Coast Posts: 26	turns bad boy very arousing. enjoyed. looking forward to more..