Chapter 2
Brendan descended the stairs right behind May, being careful to make sure his dick stayed in his waistband. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found both of their mothers drinking tea and talking. "Oh, May dear," Mrs. Birch said loudly, "This is Caroline, Brendan's mom! Caroline, this is my daughter, May!". Brendan's mom got up from her seat and warmly extended her hand to May. "It's nice to meet you!", she said. May firmly grasped her hand and said, "Pleasure's all mine".
Brendan popped out from behind May and looked at his mother. "So, you finished up with the the moving guy, already?", he said to her with raised eyebrows. Her eyes widened a little as she sat back down at the table, before she replied, "Ahh, yes. Well, turns out the moving guy was a bit... faster at moving than I expected. We finished up just a few minutes ago". She sat at the table, sipping her tea and trying not to make eye contact with Brendan. "Anyways", said May, "Dad wants me to help him with research, so I'll be going now". Brendan quickly said, "Yeah, and I want to take care of all my stuff, so I'll be going too".
"Alright, well you two take care now", Mrs. Birch said as they made a beeline for the door. "So", she asked Brendan's mom after the kids had left the house, "Was it really that bad?". "Oh yeah, definitely", Brendan's mom replied. "He basically just jackhammered for 30 seconds before flopping over. I could've gotten more satisfaction by sitting on top of the washing machine he carried in. Still, he was hung like a Rapidash, and that's good enough for me". The two sipped their tea and giggled over the thought of cheating on their husbands with a well endowed but poorly coordinated moving man.
Outside the house, Brendan and May were about to go their separate ways. "I'll catch you later, Brendan", May said with a smile as she walked towards the laboratory. "Yeah, see you", Brendan replied, making his way to his own house. While he was walking over, the realization of what just happened set in: he had watched a girl get changed. In front of him. Without her getting mad or upset. The sudden realization was staggering.
By the time he reached his front door, he was plagued by dozens of emotions. He couldn't believe that he had just saw a girl wearing nothing but underwear for the first time. For the first time in real life, at least. He had seen his fair share of internet porn, like any other teenage boy, but he had never had any sort of real-life sexual encounter, besides what had happened with his mom. He wondered why she didn't get upset when she found out he was watching her, and why she let him watch her finished getting dressed. Did she know he was there the entire time and just let him watch her? Was she some sort of sex tease that got a kick out of that shit? Was she just testing him to see if he was some sort of pervert? He shook off these thoughts as he opened the front door to his new house.
Much to Brendans surprise, the layout of his living room seemed to be an exact mirror of May's house, referring to both the design of the room and the placement of furniture. Everything was the same. The same table, same TV, same kitchen sink, everything. He felt extremely uncomfortable with that idea, so he walked up the stairs to what he assumed was to be his room. Even more alarmingly, everything in Brendan's room was layed out just like May's room. The bed was in the same place, the PC was in the same place, the TV was in the same place, everything. The only discernable difference was that most of Brendans stuff was in boxes in the corner of the room. After spending a minute processing this reality, he shrugged his shoulders and remarked, "Coincidence?".
He kicked his shoes off by the door and walked over to his pile of boxes. He picked up one labeled "B's BLANKETS + PILLOWS", ripped the packing tape off of the top, and opened it. He pulled out a simple flannel blanket and a white pillow and threw them on his bed from his spot across the room. Before laying down, he noticed a clock on his wall that he had never seen before. He walked over to the clock and examined it. The clock seemed fairly new, and had batteries in it so that it could run. He pulled the clock off the wall and fiddled with the dials on the back. He looked at the watch on his wrist. 10:19 AM. He tuned the clock in sync with his watch, then put it back on the wall.
He walked over to his mattress and layed his pillow and blanket over it, after which he slipped underneath the covers. Once he had gotten situated however, he realized that the bed smelled like fresh sex, almost as if somebody had been on top of someone else, jackhammering for 30 seconds before flopping over. He groaned in disgust as he connected the dots between the smell and his mother's earlier comments. In an effort to ignore the smell, he put his hands behind his head and returned his thoughts to May. He thought about her body, how absolutely tantalizing it was, how much he wanted to put his hands on it, to feel it, to savor every square inch of it. After a minute of this, he felt blood rushing back to his crotch. It was then that he rerealized that he still had a massive hard-on tucked into his waistband from earlier.
He whipped his dick out from his sweatpants and started lightly stroking it. A dull wave of pleasure crept through Brendan's body as he imagined that May was back in front of him, in her underwear. He quickly retracted his hand from his cock, spit in his open palm, and reapplied his hand to himself. His pleasure took a sharp spike as he lubricated his cock with his own saliva. He imagined that his fantasy May was in front of him, stretching and posing just as she was doing in front of the mirror, as if performing a private show just for him.
He quickened the pace of his hand on his cock as he imagined that May got on the ground in front of him and took him into her mouth. He could almost feel her soft lips grazing the length of his member, and he could almost feel her tongue wrapping around him as she immersed him within the dark confines of her mouth. Brendan threw his head back against his pillow in ecstasy as he stroked himself, moving his hand along his shaft as fast as it would let him.
Brendan pushed himself to the absolute maximum as he quickly came closer and closer to climax. He now imagined that he had May pressed up against her mirror, groping her tits and pounding her pussy as hard and as fast as physically possible while she begged him not to stop. He could almost see her expression of pure ecstasy in the mirror as he ravaged her mercilessly. As he reached his point of no return, he put both of his hands on his cock and twisted himself in a pepper grinder fashion. His pleasure reached its peak as he imagined himself orgasming directly inside May. He quietly moaned the word "Fuck" as he came all over his hands and cock.
He sat in his bed, catching his breath and bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm. After a few minutes, he sighed loudly and got out of bed with his dick, jizz covered and slowly returning to flaccidity, still hanging out of his sweatpants. Without putting it back inside his sweatpants, he waddled to the doorway, down the stairs, and out into the kitchen. He went to the sink and turned the knob to the hot water. To his dismay, nothing came out of the tap.
"Ughhh, the water must not be turned on yet", he groaned in frustration. He turned the hot water back and grabbed a roll of paper towels off of the counter. He ripped a couple off of the roll and used them to clean the spit and cum off of his hand and cock. After throwing away the paper towels, he stuffed his dick, now fully flaccid, into his sweatpants and went back to his room. He began stripping all of the clothes off of his body and throwing them in a pile next to his dresser, beginning with his socks, followed by his t-shirt, sweatpants, and boxers. Now stark naked, he climbed back into bed to ride out the last of his afterglow. He heaved a sigh of contentment, his eyelids practically closing themselves as he drifted off to sleep.
Alright, well, here's my second chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. Uh, I hope you all have a good Easter or April Fools or any other holiday you might celebrate. And if you don't celebrate Easter or April Fools or any other holiday, then I really suggest that you do. Not because I'm religious and I want to spread my faith or whatever, but because I believe that everybody should take advantage of any opportunity to have fun and enjoy life. Make up a holiday if you have to, just give yourself a reason to celebrate. Like, we're all gonna die at some point, so what's the point of not celebrating whenever you have the opportunity? At the very least, go to the store and buy a Reeses peanut butter egg while they're still there. I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, but you're probably not gonna be on your deathbed like, "Oh I'm so glad I sat and did nothing while everyone else was out having a good time".