A Quarantine Story [M,F, Mast]

I hear you sneaking into the bathroom, young man. Again. Come out here and sit for a minute. We need to have a talk. And you don’t have to hunch over and try to hide your problem from me. I know what your problem is. I can see that tent in your shorts. Come here. Don’t worry; it doesn’t bother me. It’s completely ok.

I know exactly what it is you need to do right now because you’ve been doing it two or three times a day since you got here. You think I can’t hear you in there? This is a tiny little apartment with thin walls. I can hear you in there panting and groaning. Now I want you to know—look at me, I am not mad, you are not in trouble—that it’s completely ok for you to do that as much as you need to. It’s completely understandable and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

This is a normal part of being a young man. I don’t want you to be shamed of it, or embarrassed. And I don’t want you to feel like you have to go hide in the bathroom when it happens. All boys get full and stiff, especially overnight, and they need to be able to handle their problem. When you hide in the bathroom it makes it seem nasty and dirty and it’s not. It’s normal. I know you’re sleeping on my couch but that doesn’t mean you can inhabit my bathroom for hours every day.

And I know you’re a little scared about things outside right now, and things at home. But listen to me: everything is going to be fine. In a week or two you’ll be able to go back home, and a few weeks after that things are going to start getting better outside too. But I also understand that being worried about things like that can make you, well, make you need to do that a lot. It’s just nature’s way of helping you release some stress and if there’s a lot of stress you have a lot to release. So don’t worry.

Now sit here, sit down, take that thing out and let me see. There’s already a wet spot. Oh, my. Look at that. You’re just as hard as a rock. And you have a beautiful cock there. But that’s a very painful looking erection. Does it hurt? I bet it does. That is very swollen and red, isn’t it? Look at you all curved up, dripping. And throbbing. I can see it. I know you’re just aching.

Now listen: I am not going to have sex with you or jack you off or anything like that. There are plenty of girls your own age back home for that. I might help you just a little but you have to do most of the work. It’s better this way: you get off faster and harder that way and you need to get all of this tension out. You can’t even think straight right now, can you? And just because you’re staying here with me for a little while doesn’t mean I can have you tying up the bathroom night and day, filling it with your noises and your grunts and your boy-smell. A girl has her own business to do sometimes too, you know.

But I don’t want you to ever be ashamed of your erections or your masturbation, not around me anyway. You’re supposed to be horny like that anyway. Masturbation keeps you from getting in trouble. You can make poor decisions or get into bad situations if you cannot blow off a little steam all by yourself. You’re going to have plenty of sex with that nice big rod you’ve got there but sometimes you need to handle it yourself, instead of letting it handle you. I’ve seen some of the girls you hang around with. When things go back to normal you don’t want to get one pregnant because you can’t control yourself, right?

So just lean back right here and snuggle up. Give me your hand, the one you use when you jack off. This one? Ok. I’m gonna get it a little more wet with my tongue—there—but you don’t really need much. Your rod is already drooling. I’m just going to slide it down over your rod like this. Just wrap your fist right around it like you do—look at all your juice coming out already!—and do the thing you need to do. Don’t be embarrassed. Ahh! That big groan of relief. I know. That’s it. Slick it all up. Pump it nice and hard; I know you need to get off really bad right now, and that’s completely alright.

I hope you don’t mind me watching? You have a big beautiful cock and I like seeing your fingers wrapped around it like that. I know you can’t help it. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed about taking care of your boners or about the dirty things you think about. Not around me anyway. If you want to tell me about your fantasies or let me see the porn you watch or whatever that’s fine. Lots of boys need it two or three times a day, and that’s fine too. But most girls will not help you this way or understand it like I do. I can’t be a sex partner for you—I don’t think the people at home would approve—but I’ll help you jack off whenever you need to. I don’t ever want you to be embarrassed about normal boy things, ok?

You are so wet and juicy already. Listen to all that smacking! Does it feel really good? I know it does. I can tell. You’re pumping it really hard. And you’re holding your breath already, aren’t you? Building it up, getting to that edge. And your cock is so hard it’s turning purple. Wow. It’s glistening! I can even smell you a little. Don’t be embarrassed. I like the way it smells. I like the smell of a horny cock. But I think you better go ahead make it shoot before it explodes. It’s not gonna take long if you keep milking it like that.

Here. Hold my hand. If you’re having trouble talking just give me a little squeeze there when you feel it starting, so I’ll know when you’re ready to shoot off. I like to see it but not all over my couch. I’ll hold the tissue for you so you don’t squirt all over; someday maybe I’ll let you spurt somewhere we can both watch but not today. Just build yourself up slowly the way you like and just let it all go. Is it happening right now? You’re gonna come? Ok then. Just relax; I’ve got it covered. Don’t be embarrassed. Let it happen.

Yes. That’s it sweetie. Big spurts. Another one. Good. The tissue makes the tip of your cock look so red! And I like the way you grunt. Is there more? One more? That’s it, get it all out. Another one? Wow. Are you finished? One more? Last one, huh? That’s a lot. You completely soaked the tissue. Look at all that. You came so much! You were all backed up, huh? Squeeze out the last little bit. Get all of it. I like those big long squirts but boys your age always shoot huge loads anyway. That’s completely ok. Let me just clean you all up while you catch your breath.

Feel better? Good. But listen: sometimes boys can feel a little shamed of themselves after they blow a big load, like they did something wrong or bad, but there’s nothing wrong about it and I loved helping you.

Now off with you. I’ll bet you gotta pee right now too, huh? Take care of that, get a shower and get dressed. I’ll cook some breakfast. Not sure what we’re gonna do with the rest of the day but at least we don’t have to worry about that business for a while anyway. A few hours at least. Good enough? And when you’re done in the bathroom it’s definitely my turn. Now get going!

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