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Awakening on Titwhistle Lane CH. 01

Fiction , Boy , Exhibitionism , Male / Older Female , Reluctance , Teen , Voyeurism , Young


Introduction:
Chapter One sets the scene and introduces the main characters; including Stephanie Sizemore who interrupts her son's lazy morning and is shocked by what she discovers.


Awakening on Titwhistle Lane: Chapter One

Frothy, white suds streamed down the mustang’s body, creating a wet, slippery mess around the classic car. Over and over again, a heavily saturated sponge was plunged into a nearby bucket, only to release a torrent of fresh bubbles on the car’s surface. Some broke the sun’s rays into miniature rainbows while others reflected the image of the woman doing the cleaning. She was blonde...beach blonde...and hot. From his vantage point across the street, a young man pretended to pull weeds from his mother’s garden. He was entranced.

With a hand wrapped firmly around the base of a large, deeply rooted plant, he squeezed and pulled at the weed but made no real effort to actually extract it. Somehow, just having his hand around the plant’s shaft seemed to provide him with a great deal of satisfaction. He watched coyly, thinking he was invisible, but he certainly was not and she knew exactly what she was doing. Every twist, turn, and stretch were perfectly and deliberately orchestrated to excite the voyeur across the street.

The boy had never seen her or the mustang before. She had just suddenly shown up...wet and glistening. He wracked his brain trying to remember her...to pull her from some distance memory, but it was to no avail. She was simply a sultry wench on display for his amusement and pleasure. Slathered with foam, the woman’s thin, white t-shirt shielded nothing from the gardener’s prying eyes and wicked imagination. Regardless of who she was, there was one thing that was certain; she had fabulous tits with nipples that were aching for attention.

The young man moistened his lips, wondering what such treats would taste like. Would he even know what to do with them given the chance? Caught up in a fantasy he was creating out of thin air, he was shocked to see the nymph drop the sponge to begin a slow, hip-swaying walk toward him. What the hell? What in the hell is happening?

For an instant, her eyes captured his, fixing them, as she casually rubbed her soap-covered hands over the t-shirt, taking extra care to pull and tease each nipple in unison. She licked her lips seductively, moving closer with each mesmerizing strut. Hypnotized, the boy stood, his hand no longer filled with the plant’s girth – instead his fingers now encircled something more familiar; thick, warm, and pulsating. They’ll see...they’ll see...STOP!

His mind’s command went unheeded. Horrified, he looked down to see his fly gaped open and his engorged, dripping cock bouncing before him. How? When? he wondered, unable to make sense of what was happening, but in that moment nothing seemed to matter but the blonde, her breasts, and the ache in his groin. Ignoring a long list of reasons he shouldn’t be jacking off in his mother’s garden, his hand worked the monster’s shaft, forcing an obscene amount of pre-cum onto the ground.

It was then that he sensed they were not alone. Overhead, a large eagle swept from the sky, talons extended and headed for the blonde bombshell. It rocketed from a blue background, shrieking as it dive-bombed its prey. Suddenly aware of the impending attack, the woman dropped to the ground and began to scream...and scream...and scream…while the bird continued its piercing cry.

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The distant screeching and cawing of two ravens, jousting over some forsaken carrion, stirred the morning’s calm on Titwhistle Lane. The ruckus echoed down the upscale neighborhood eventually making its way to 532 and the bedroom of Damian Sizemore, an 18-year-old who had just graduated from Duncan High. Today should have been his first day to sleep-in but the noise was just enough to pull him from a most delicious dream.

Blinking his still-sleepy eyes, he focused on the strange sound that had called to him from beyond the depths of his slumber. Birds...stupid birds, he thought, slapping a palm down firmly on the covers next to him. What time is it?

He glanced to his left where his phone rested, plugged in and silent. Reaching for it, his touch brought the screen to life and a bold font confirmed it was 7:33 a.m.. “Crap,” he gasped. “I’ve got another 27 minutes before I have to be up.” The words spilled from his lips but reached no one but himself. Forcing a vague recollection of his recent dream, he tried in vain to remember a face, a place, a circumstance but came up blank. The only thing that surfaced was a magnificent pair of large, pendulous breasts that hung low and heavy. In his mind’s eye he imagined deep-brown nipples, even darker than the crop of hair that crowned his head. “That’s it. They’re perfect.” he whispered between parted lips.

Closing his eyes, the young man played a sketchy reel through his mind, trying to make sense of the bits and pieces of the dream he seemed to remember. They were big...yeah, real big, he fantasized, while picturing the woman’s erect nipples. The imagery was slowly bringing back the sensual dream, as well as the blood flow to Damian’s groin. Keeping his eyes closed, he slid his right hand beneath the sheet and into his boxers. Circling his fingers around the base of his penis, he squeezed and deliberately flexed the muscles, forcing additional blood to the expanding organ. The sudden influx filled the tissue and made it bounce almost comically.

Damian Sizemore was a 135 lb green-eyed virgin; in truth but not in mind. He’d plowed his share of imaginary poontang without really having any idea what to do or what it felt like, but that didn’t keep him from wishing. He was a bit of a late bloomer, maintaining a slim build, narrow hips, and tenor tone until halfway through the past school year. It was then that something miraculous began to happen – his voice deepened, a faint tuft of light brown hair formed between his pectorals, and best of all, his cock began to grow. Now, don’t misunderstand, Damian had been blessed with the Sizemore genetics. His penis, even as a child, had been unusually long but girth was what he lacked...but no more.

Seemingly overnight, the root of his manhood had begun to thicken; day-by-day stretching and developing into a real man-sized weapon. Even now, with his hand wrapped tightly around the base, it felt larger than it had yesterday. The growth both fascinated and terrified the boy. What if it doesn’t stop? What if I’m a freak? Will any girl find me attractive? How big is too big?

The questions plagued him but didn’t stop him from bringing his other hand down to the firm shaft. It was now fully hard, hot and pulsating, with a thumb-sized ‘vein’ running from his balls to a rather full, mushroom-shaped head, which extended beyond the waistband of his shorts to a few inches above his bellybutton. Using his elbows and knees to release him from the cocoon of covers that held him, he exposed his penis...or at least the portion that was lewdly protruding up his abdomen. Damian finally opened his eyes to inspect his package, taking a second to remove the colorful birthday boxers his mother had recently given him. His cock now twitched up and down with a life of its own. The head striking and then lifting from his midsection with each beat of his heart. It’s a glorious thing, he thought, as he watched it bob to and fro.

Now, finally unencumbered from the sheets and his shorts, he focused back on the dream and the woman’s phenomenal rack. As he did, both hands slid from base to tip, slowly squeezing and kneading the flesh as he explored his new-found growth. A small gasp escaped his lips, which seemed to startle him. Almost reflexively his gaze immediately shifted from his cock to the bedroom door. Why can’t I have a lock? he grunted mentally.

Okay, where was I? Oh...yes...nipples. Back to the task at hand, the boy worked his Goliath-sized cock, imagining it sliding between a pair of wobbling breasts. Suddenly, a warm drop of pre-cum touched his belly, which broke his attention. A single, sticky strand trailed from slit to stomach before it broke, leaving an expanding pool of the clear substance at the mushroom’s tip. Pausing his stroking action, he spread the lubricant over the purple head, taking note how it made the spongy glans appear even bigger. The gloss and sheen captivated the boy, pushing him closer to a massive release, but he resisted the urge to rub the now streaming lube down his impressive shaft. Can’t cum...can’t cum. No where to shoot my…

“Damian...Damian, dear...are you awake?” his mother called from the hallway. The question was followed by three quick raps on his door and the turning of the handle.

Oh, shit! Screamed the young man in his head. With breakneck speed and his cock swinging about like an out-of-control Louisville Slugger, Damian grabbed at the covers bunched up at the end of his bed. Unable to secure both sheet and blanket, he settled for yanking the white sheet over his naked frame just as the door swung open.

“You are awake. Didn’t you hear me calling, Silly?” Mrs. Sizemore asked, somewhat puzzled. Damian’s mom stood with her hands on her hips and her head oddly cocked to one side. The pose struck Damian as somewhat sexy, even though she was clothed in knee-length shorts and a t-shirt that was mostly hidden beneath an apron. Had his cock not been on the verge of exploding, the image of his mother would have been anything but sexy...but now, the frantic exhilaration of almost getting caught and his still straining penis made her seem different...alluring. However, for that matter, a pudgy nun would have seemed sexy to the teenager at this awkward moment.

“Yeah, I heard you,” he exclaimed. “You didn’t even give me a chance to answer before coming in.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I never imagined I’d be interrupting anything,” she said, taking a minute to gaze about the room. She said nothing but noted the haphazardly tossed boxers that lay in the middle of the floor. Damian followed her eyes and was mortified when they came to rest on the shorts. Mrs. Sizemore, or Stephanie as she was known to family and friends, slowly let her piercing blue eyes track from boxers to son, but said nothing until their eyes locked. “Shouldn’t you be getting up?”

“In a minute. This is my first day to sleep-in. I thought I might have a few minutes of privacy before I had to get going.”

Knowing she would be teasing the young man, Stephanie ran a hand through her shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair before she proceeded to mill about the room, picking up odds and ends and placing them in their proper place...but she ignored the boxers. In fact, she had to step over them twice in her sudden need to clean. “Come on now, get out of there and help me straighten up before we have breakfast.” Her words fell on deaf ears, as she knew they would.

Damian desperately tried to position himself to keep an eye on her without exposing his rather big problem. Why won’t this damn thing go down, he thought, and why hasn’t she picked up my boxers?

“I’ll get up in a few minutes. I’m just kinda feeling lazy and need a few more minutes to rest,” he suggested.

“Oh, is that so?” his mother retorted. “And why are these here, Mr. Commando?” She said the words while clutching his boxers with her toes and tossing them at him. As she did, he instinctively pivoted and rolled to dodge the flying object and fell out of bed. In doing so, the tip of his engorged rod etched a wet trail of pre-cum across the sheet, creating an arrow pointing to his crotch as he sat in a heap on the floor.

Panicked and clutching at anything that would hide his erection, Damian, in a losing effort, tried to cover his exposed cock. Finally, he grabbed the boxers and stretched them over his groin. It was then, and only then, that he heard the faint cackle of his mother’s laugh.

“Mom!” he stammered. “Give me a break.”

Thankfully it was her chuckle that broke the spell and his cock began to deflate. The blood rushed from his member to his face, turning him instantly red with embarrassment.

“Looks like somebody needs a pee break,” Stephanie exclaimed, nodding at his hands. Without waiting for a reply, she spun on her heels and headed for the door, a wry smile parting her full lips. “Hey Damian, we better make a trip to the store. I think you need some bigger boxers.”


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