The truck that backfired in front of Connor’s window wasn’t aware of the sleeping body rudely jolted out of its rest, but as Connor’s head fell back into his pillow, that fact didn’t stop him from giving vent to a sincere wish that the truck’s owner might experience an everlasting torture in hellfire for their transgression. He sleepily turned over to check his phone, resigning himself to the fact that the sunlight streaming through the window would not let him go back to sleep. He would have gotten up soon anyway. Turning off his alarm, he unplugged his phone and let it fall to the bed. Through the wall, he could hear water running, a sure indicator that his sister, Kylie, was still in the shower. Without cause to get up, Connor accepted the opportunity to stay under the covers, enjoying the sensation of the cool fabric against his body.
Once again, he cursed the rude awakening that the truck had given him, robbing the last few minutes of his rest. He had been having such a good dream too. He and Sara, his girlfriend, had been watching a movie, he couldn’t remember which, and he was pretty sure aliens had come to steal their popcorn or something. The important part was that he had fought off some intrusive force, Sara had been very impressed, and she was about to give him a victory celebration when they had been rudely interrupted by the oblivious commuter. Connor sighed, as his thoughts flickered over Sara. As he shifted, the blanket moved and got caught on something, tugging at Connor’s body. He smiled as his hand glided over his bare chest, under the blanket, and came to rest on the waistband of his boxers.
Responding to both his touch and the thoughts of Sara that he was now entertaining, his already semi-erect cock lazily grew harder. Connor sighed as his hand moved lower, gently caressing himself through the fabric of his boxers. He noted that Kylie’s shower was still in progress, giving him some time to entertain himself. His thumbs hooked under his waistband, and he imagined Sara in bed with him, giving him a smile. Her hands ran up his chest, along his arms, and her fingers intertwined with his as she pressed her body against his. He imagined her soft lips against his, her tongue in his mouth, his hands running up her bare torso to cup her breasts, her hips pressing against his. She would move to kiss his neck, her hands moving to his chest as she kissed his shoulder, his chest, then his stomach, giving him a wink before finally kissing his rock hard cock through his boxers.
His hand could feel the fabric straining around his raging erection as he imagined Sara kissing the head of his cock through the fabric. She slid a hand over his thigh, caressing him and gradually slipping her hand up through the leg of his boxers. Her fingers lightly played along his skin, finally reaching his heavy, loose balls. As she took them in her soft hand, she looked up with a mischievous smile.
“These feel far too full,” she whispered. “You must be in agony here, carrying around so much excess weight. Why don’t I help out a little?”
Connor just groaned, letting his head fall back as he stroked himself lightly through his boxers. He imagined Sara taking the head of his cock into her mouth as he felt her hand lightly squeeze his balls. He imagined the warmth of her mouth on him and the feeling of soaked fabric on his skin. As his thoughts entertained these images and his hands freely roamed over his body, the fabric against his penis did in fact become soaked. Precum flowed freely from his cock head, leaving a growing dark spot on his boxers. Through the wall, he heard the shower turn off, the signal that he had better finish his reverie sooner rather than later.
He imagined Sara finally pulling his boxers off, smiling as she took his cock in her hands, stroking him fully. She looked up at him, winked again, then spit on his cock, rubbing her saliva in before finishing him off. With his eyes still closed, he brought his hand to his mouth, ran his tongue over it, and placed it over the head of his cock. He imagined looking down at the top of Sara’s head as she took him into her mouth, her long brown hair cascading over his waist, hiding his cock from view as he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth. His hand slid lower, as he imagined watching her head sink down, warmth and wetness slowly encasing his shaft. She slowly began to bob her head up and down, moving lower each time, until her lips ran into his churning balls. Here she paused, bringing a hand up to brush her hair away, and she locked eyed with him. Her brown eyes stared into his as she again moved her lips up his shaft, bobbing her head with a quickening rhythm.
Hearing the door of the bathroom open, Connor reluctantly resolved to wrap up his daydream. He tightened his grip, moved his other hand to fondle his balls, and increased the speed of his stroking. The skin of his cock tightened, pulling against his crotch as his hand reached the head before pulling taught from the head as his hand descended. He removed his hand to replenish the saliva on his palm, savoring the cool sensation of the air that played across his damp erection. Allowing his hand to return to his cock, he squeezed a few more drops of precum from his swollen head, massaging them into his skin.
Taking a deep breath, he again imagined Sara taking his cock in her mouth. He knew she could feel how hard he was and that she knew how close he was to coming. She ran her free hand up his chest, maintaining eye contact this time as she took him deep in her throat. Her big, brown eyes begged him for his cum, and he could feel his balls churning as he stroked himself faster. Then it hit. He felt his cock tense as his balls jumped slightly. Forgetting himself, he let out a verbalized “Fuck, Sara, I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”
His head dropped back. His fist tightened around his shaft. Feeling the cum rising in shaft, he raised his head to imagine Sara’s eyes smiling up at him as he shot his load down her throat. He opened his eyes. His cock spasmed. He gasped and let out a deep moan as his eyes met hers. Brown eyes stared into each other. From the door of his room, Kylie’s eyes met his. A light laugh danced behind her lips that were drawn up into a smirk. Connor’s fist tightened on his cock as he erupted, spraying a thick rope of cum over his chest and belly. A second jet splattered his neck, and finally a third created a pool just over his belly button.
Kylie looked over his sprawled frame covered in cum as his cock slowly went limp in his hand. She seemed slightly amused, but when she broke the ensuing silence, she did so with a smug “Tell Sara I say hi.” She turned to go. Mustering the ability to speak, something that had momentarily left him, Connor managed to gasp out, “Kylie! What the FUCK! What…? Fuck.” Glancing over her shoulder, Kylie gave him a wink before walking down the hall.
“Shower’s open!”