Frat Boy’s Discovery by neXXen
Fiction, Anal, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Boy, Gay, Male Solo, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Teen, Teen Male Solo
A spoiled, privileged college student discovers the sexual world that exists beyond his narrow limitations when he dogsits for his wealthy neighbors.
It was the summer after his freshman year at college. Luke Delacroix was back in his well-to-do suburban neighborhood; the kind of area where people believe in the American Dream and complain about their property taxes. Streets were lined with towering trees, forming an emerald ceiling, well maintained pools waited behind pristine fences, and there were spacious lawns that absolutely nobody used.
Sitting in the middle of one such lawn, was a large white house. The owners would say that they were middle class, but the manicured lawn and 3 car garage both spoke of wealth. Inside the the marble-covered kitchen of his gigantic house just past noon, dressed in a tank (Suns Out, Guns Out), and lose hanging athletic shorts hinted at an ass you actually could bounce a quarter off, was Luke Delacoix. He had a nice jaw, plump full lips, and huge brown eyes framed by eyelashes that would make a drag queen jealous. To quote an ex of his: he was a douche, but he was a hot douche and you had to respect that. Luke grabbed an apple from a bowl on the countertop and bit into it as he spoke to his friend Darren on his phone, pressed lazily to his ear.
“No man I swear to god.” He said in between bites. “Pussy like you wouldn’t believe. One chick even asked me to do her in the ass.”
“No way man no fucking way. Do you know how long I had to beg Jenny for that shit?” Darren said.
Luke snickered. “Nice one. But no man, I’m telling you college is the fucking best. I got plastered like every fucking day and the girls just love me. It fucking sucks being back here. Everyone here is either a fucking townie or they’re older than be my mom.”
“Its a fucking shame you’re such a gay little fag then man, you’ll have send them my way.” Daren laughed.
“Shut up man! You’re just jealous cause you gotta listen to Jenny talk about her feelings and stuff.” He shot back. “How’s it feel being whipped?”
“Man you don’t even know.“ Darren groaned.
“She been a real bitc-“ Luke stopped and stepped out on to the deck, shutting the sliding door behind him as his mother, a plump, cheerful woman with greying curls walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of groceries. “Nah man- I need to get my dick wet- Its been almost a week.”
“What about Alexa?” Daren said. “She always had it bad for you. I bet you could at least get her to suck you off.”
“God, then I’d have to stick my dick in her busted-ass mouth. I don’t need fucking twisted teeth on my-“ Luke’s mother rapped on the glass door and gestured at him.
Luke sighed “Listen, man I gotta go. Talk to you later.”
Luke slipped his phone into his pocket, slid open the glass door, and stepped back into the air conditioned bliss,
“Luke honey, the Moreau’s called. They were wondering if you would be able to house and dog sit starting tomorrow.”
Luke groaned at the prospect of work but then thought it over. The Moreau’s were one of the wealthiest families in the suburb. They lived on the edge of the development, on a plot so big it could have been called an estate. He could make some serious cash doing that. Not that he needed it. But house sitting meant spending all day at their place, for maybe a week or two. Luke’s mom was smothering him at the house. He could get away and relax for a few days without her always getting in the way. Not to mention Ms. Moreau was hot. A fucking trophy wife if there ever was one. Late twenties, great tits, big ass, and perfect smooth skin. Luke had blown his load more times than he could count thinking about Ms. Moreau. He could probably walk away from this with a couple pairs of her panties to jack off into. But it would also mean stepping into the domain of her husband. Luke shivered. Built like an ox- Mr. Moreau was on the board of some corporation and so the kids in the neighborhood just called him Mr. Rich. To tell the truth, Luke was a little frightened of Mr. Moreau. About a year ago, at the country club, where all the most prominent members of the suburb were members, Luke ran into Mr Moreau. Literally ran into him. He practically bounced off the man, landing flat on his ass. From the plush carpet of the hall, Luke said: “What the hell man! Watch where yo-”
Luke fell silent as he met the eyes of the man towering over him. Mr. Moreau slowly scanned him lying on the floor, frozen midway through lifting himself off the carpet. Luke felt picked apart, his every flaw analyzed, his appearance cataloged, until he felt as though he was totally naked on the plush rug of the country club under an impenetrable gaze.
“You’re mistaken.” He said in a low baritone that made Luke’s breath hitch. “You’d better be more careful, boy. Otherwise, you might run into trouble.” With that, Mr. Moreau turned and strode off, looking more like a gladiator going into combat than a businessman heading towards the tennis courts.
Luke didn’t want to be in the guys house, even if he wasn’t there.
But ultimately, the promise of escape from his own house, coupled with the possibility of going through Ms. Moreau’s things won out.
“Yeah, I can do it I guess.” Luke muttered, trying hard not to betray the excitement in his brain or his shorts. “Did they say for how long?”
“They said they should be out of town about two weeks. Is that too long? I know you just go-”
“Nah mom, its perfect.” Without pausing to help his mom with the groceries, Luke turned and bounded out of the kitchen and up the stairs, his dick pressing uncomfortably in his shorts until he got to his room.
It was a huge room, with clothes strewn everywhere, and a few beleaguered plants straining desperately towards the sunlight slipping through the drawn shades. Luke stumbled around the piles of debris and pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor while he stepped out of his shorts and boxers. Luke sat down on his bed and began to stroke his cock rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of it. Ms. Moreau and her enormous tits and firm ass came to his mind. He thought of her tits, straining to escape a tight black bra that was a perfect accent to her toned skin. He wanted to push her up against the wall of mirrors in his room, luxuriating in the feel of her silken panties under his fingers, and soft warmth of her ass. He would nip at her collarbone, tracing the line of her bone with his lips until he got to her neck, when he would pull at her throat with his lips, feeling her moans vibrate through his tongue as he would suck at the tender skin of her neck. She would slowly reach behind her and undo the latch to her bra. She would step back, cupping the bra to her chest as the straps slid down her freckled shoulders. Then she would let the bra drop and her tits would be on full display. God, he wanted to see her so badly- he was sure that her nipples would be perfect and tender. Luke could almost taste her breasts as he imagined licking her deep brown nipples.