Obtaining Relief - The first "Great 48" story

Here's a complete story, of sorts.

I wrote this as a quick short, but it immediately opened up a whole new story world to me. So while this is a complete story, I've reused this setting, much more elaborately, several times since.

The world, which is explained much better in the story is slightly in the future, when men are legally required to orgasm every 48 hours. That world wide law is nicknamed The Great 48, and I have a bunch of unrelated stories that take place in that world. This was the first (and simplest)   


Leo backed away from his computer screen. It was nearly 10pm, and after three solid days of work, meal replacement bars and stims-packets to keep himself awake, he was finally done the holo-presentation. He saved the file, labeled it the next day's date, Nov 12, 2122 and saved it to the shared hub where his boss would find it in the morning.

He hit a button, the door to his office slid open and he walked into the darkened cubicle area of the 201st floor of the office building. As he headed to the kitchenette, he saw the dim glow at the far end of the last row of cubicles. Brenda is working late too, he smiled to himself. She was probably his most attractive coworker, and he had a bit of a crush on her, though as she was recently married he knew nothing would come of it. Still, she was fun to talk to. And even nicer to look at.

He detoured to her desk, noticing she was wearing her blue dress as he approached. It was a perfectly appropriate dress for the work place, but something about it drove him wild. He had caught himself staring at her several times in the past few weeks, each time when she was wearing that dress. She was tall and there was something about how it showcased her legs wonderfully when she walked, probably because it showed more leg then it would on a shorter woman. It didn't hurt that it also highlighted her breasts fantastically. The whole thing had such an effect on him, he actually regretted the detour. His penis began to stiffen in his pants and he was suddenly concerned his "appreciation" of her appearance might be too obvious.

"Working late?" Brenda asked him.

"Yeah." He answered. "Been locked away for over 70 hours now, getting the Guffin presentation ready."

"70 hours?! Wow, I don't know how you do that." She looked at him from her seat.

"Well the stims help, but even still I don't do this often." He said, pulling a stimulate packet from his pocket to show her.

"Still, 70 hours is a long time. Even with relief breaks."

"Oh shit." Leo exclaimed. He had completely forgotten about taking a relief break. Law requires all men over the age of 18 have an ejaculation or "obtain relief" once every 48 hours. The process was heavy tracked and the penalty for non compliance was quite severe.

"Wow, you must have been really focused to forget about getting at least one of those in." She remarked.

He was focused, but even still, it was a stupid mistake he count not afford. One didn't just ignore a fundamental cornerstone of modern society absent-mindedly. The western world was completely transformed once regular, mandatory orgasms for men had become law. Violence, aggression and crime had dropped while productivity and progress has soared. To flout that was the height of stupidity, and potentially costly. If he was caught going three days without a release, he could kiss a month's salary goodbye.

"Shit, shit, shit. I just want to head home and go to bed." He told her, looking out the window at the heavy rain. Leo didn't have a girlfriend and the nearest relief station was 11 blocks away.

"Any chance you'd we be willing to just sign my documents? I'll hit a relief station on my way into work tomorrow morning I promise."

"Um" the strawberry blonde wavered. "I'm not so comfortable lying about that. The penalty is pretty stiff for people who do that."

"Right, of course. Sorry. I shouldn't have even asked. " He apologized "I'm not thinking straight. I'll hit a relief station on my way home."

"In this weather?" She asked.

"What choice do I have?" He asked rhetorically.

"Leo, I said I was uncomfortable lying." Brenda told him "Not that I was unwilling to help."

That caught him off guard. "But you have... " he stammered. "...you're, y'know, married."

"I'm not offering to have sex with you Leo, just lend a helping hand, so to speak. Nothing wrong with helping a coworker is there?" She asked.

"Are you sure? I mean your husband wouldn't mind?" Leo asked, hesitantly.

"First of all, I'm a grown woman, so I get to make my own decisions, not my husband. Secondly, he travels on business often, you don't think he has to get other women to help him occasionally? I'm just offering the exact same thing as you'd get at a relief station, nothing untoward about that, is there?"

Relief stations were basically old school massage parlours, government-funded locations where men without significant others could get a manual release. No nudity from the "agent", just a simple handjob, though occasionally you could luck into one that talked dirty while she milked your penis.

Brenda's offer made sense, in that it was the most efficient way for him to get back into good standing with the law. And it was a societal norm at this point. Everyone knew men came, at least once every other day and regulations required it be done by a third-party. There was no reason this tall, beautiful woman he had a crush on couldn't just give him a handjob.

He was in a bit of shock over it though. God knows he had fantasized about this very thing, right down to that blue dress, but to have it actually be offered to him. It was one thing being masturbated by a woman whose job it was to do so, it was another to have it just offered by an attractive woman. He could not believe it.

"Why don't we head into your office. I don't think the cleaning staff will be around soon, but a little privacy would be nicer than here." Brenda had apparently ended any debate on the subject.

Still stunned. He just nodded in agreement.

"Hang on a sec, I think I have something that will help." She said as she opened a drawer to her desk. She pulled something out and held it up for him to see, a canister of hand lotion.

Brenda then stood up and walked towards his office. Still silent, he admired how her dress showed off her long legs as he followed her.

Once in his office, she sat in his chair, the only one in the room, while he leaned against his desk.

"Y'know, this is going to settle an ongoing debate Christy and I have had."

"Christy? Really?" He asked surprised. He bad barely talked to the cute redhead since she'd been hired 6 weeks earlier.

"Sure, what you think us ladies don't talk about your cocks the way you guys talk about our tits?" She asked, as she unzipped his fly nonchalantly.

"No... We... I've..." Leo tried to deny it.

Brenda continued as if he hadn't said anything at all.

"Definitely ends that debate." She said as she pulled his dick out and wrapped her hand around his shaft, feeling the weight of it. "Remind me to show this thing off to her some time, she's going to love it."

Leo couldn't believe it. Brenda had barely started giving him a hand job and was already talking about showing his dick to another beautiful woman.

"This is a great cock." She told him as she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up.

"Um, thanks." He told her unsure of what to say. He wasn't exactly an introvert when it came to the ladies, but he wasn't used to getting compliments on his penis.

"So do you, I mean have you..." Leo knew what he wanted to ask, but realized it might be an impolite question about halfway through his sentence.

"Do I give out handjobs regularly?" She completed his question. "Just to my husband. Although there was this one time, back in my university days when I went on a field trip to Asimov's rock. The space elevator was prone to locking up back then, and I trapped for a while. Can you imagine? 20 or so students, only three female, plus our chaperone, Miss Ophelia. She actually spoke to me and the other girls about how we might have to do our civic duty. That's about as close to, um, community service, as I've ever been before. Other than for my boyfriends, of course."

Leo's cock throbbed at the thought of Brenda having to jerk off several men at one time. (Little did he know she had done far more than she was letting on) Brenda shook away the memory and reached back out to stroke him. She had one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other cupping his balls.

"But you don't want to hear about that. Let's focus on little Leo here. I like him. In fact, If I was single, I'd...I'd... Well I better not say." She teased.

"Better not say what?" He asked her, enjoying her attentions. "You can't just start a sentence like that."

"Well, I was just thinking, if I was single..." She leaned forward and whispered "I'd already have this cock in my mouth."

Leo groaned at the thought. He had imagined her sucking his cock many, many times.

She continued to stroke him, the lotion making a slight squishy noise as she slowly ran one hand up and down his shaft as she tickled at his balls with the other.

"Mmmmm you are overdue for a milking aren't you? Well, just let me give you the relief you need." She offered.

Her hand continued to move up and down his shaft, albeit frustratingly slow.

"Oh god." He moaned. "That feels so good."

"Tell me Leo." She said casually "Have you ever thought about this before? I mean, have you thought of me doing this for you?"

"Yes" he admitted.

"You thought about me stroking this hard cock?!" She asked and she began pumping him faster.

"Yeah... I... I kinda have a crush on you." He admitted.

Brenda leaned forward, he could feel her breathe on the tip of his penis.

"Then you've probably thought about me wrapping my lips around your dick too, haven't you?"

She stuck her tongue out as if to lick his shaft, but deliberately fell just short of touching him. He knew what she was doing and had to fight the urge to thrust forward to force contact.

"If I was single Leo... My mouth could have been yours." She continued to tease.

"What about my breasts? Did you think about those" she asked as she sat back in the chair. Her dress covered her chest, in fact she showed no cleavage whatsoever, but her nipples were protruding through the thin cloth, clearly excited by what was happening.

"Did you fantasize about sucking on my breasts?" She asked as she tightened her grip on his cock and sped up her movements.

"God yes." He told her "I've wanted to kiss them since I first saw you."

"Leo! You're so bad, I was engaged when you met me." She playfully admonished him even as she increased her speed, sliding up and down his shaft.

Then suddenly she stopped.

"Does that mean you spent time thinking about fucking me too?" She asked. "Did you think about putting this hard cock into my tight pussy?"

Leo couldn't answer as her hand pleasantly began twisting around the head of his cock.

"Leo, I'm a little surprised at you." She continued "You can't just wander around thinking about fucking your married coworkers."

Her hand spend up, and Leo groaned in appreciation. "It's inappropriate!" She said, even as she continued to masturbate him. "Maybe you should obtain relief more often, if that's what goes on in that head of yours."

Leo remained silent and simply watched as the woman he regularly fantasized about continued to milk his cock.

"You can't fuck me Leo, But maybe... do you want to see my breasts? Would that help you get some relief?"

This was already better than a relief station. The women there were attractive enough, but he'd never seen one as hot as Brenda. And now she was offering to show him her tits? That was something the station workers never did!

Brenda didn't even wait for a response before letting go of his cock and untying the top of her dress. It fell down around her waist, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.

Leo took in her topless form. Her breasts were large enough that they seemed big on her slender frame, but not so large as to seem massive. Her nipples were bright pink and rock hard. They were, in a word, perfect. He stared at them, not saying a word, as his right hand wrapped itself around his dick and he unconsciously began masturbating.

"No, no, no!" Brenda chastised him as she took hold of his cock once more "That's my job. Your job is just to release. We mustn't break any more rules. Bad enough you waited this long to get my help."

She leaned forward once more and began pumping hard and fast up and down. Her face inches from his cock.

"Maybe you could even...release on to me?" She offered as she pumped his cock up and down, his tip pointed at her face. "Would you like that? Would you like to spurt on me?"

Leo had to fight the urge to cum right then. He wanted to prolong the experience as much as he could, but her offer was making that extremely difficult.

"Not on my face of course." She told him as she adjusted his cock so it was aimed lower. "On my chest. Do you want to cum on my chest?"

"Yessss." He told her through gritted teeth.

"Give it to me then. Give Brenda all that cum." She encouraged him. "You've worked so hard, for so long. You need relief. It's okay. Give it to me."

Leo felt his orgasm building. He watched as the most beautiful woman he knew sat topless, pumping his cock and begging for him to cum. It was better than any government-funded relief station ever could be.

"I'm close." Leo warned her as three days worth of build up began to rise.

"Yes, Leo. That's it. That's a good boy!" She encouraged, jacking his cock faster still, desperate to finish him off.

"Oh god, Brenda." Leo yelled. She pumped his cocked as he squirted between her tits. She continued her piston like movements, aiming for her right breast as he squirted a second time and then her left as he squirted again.

"That's it." She cooed. "That's the release you needed."

She coaxed the last of his cum from cock, and with a fingertip, added it to her glistening chest.

"Thank you." Leo told her, as he caught his breath. "That was incredible."

"I thought you might like the dirty talk, my husband made me realize how much most guys love it. Just don't take it too seriously. Okay?" She smiled as she got up. "I'm going to go clean up a bit, then finish what I was working on."

"Oh, um okay. Do you want me to..." He started to ask as he put himself back into his pants.

"No, just head home. My husband is coming to pick me up in a bit." She told him. "We... Fair warning, that got me a bit worked up, I may use your office for a bit when he gets here." She said with a wink.

He forced a smile.

"Don't be like that." She scolded him. "You knew this was a one time thing, to keep you out of trouble and as a kind of reward for your hard work."

"So it was for company morale?" He laughed.

"Something like that." She chuckled.

"But I meant what I said when I said you have a great cock. Christy would, well, let's just say she'd probably be able to do more than just lend a helping hand."

He smiled at her, this time genuinely.

"Thanks." He told her.

"And feel free to use my office for...as long as you need to."

She headed towards the bathroom and he began packing up.

Tomorrow, he would make a point of asking Christy out, or least make an effort to talk to her, but for now he headed home, where he would likely spend the night remembering every second of what had just happened. Or picturing what being on that space elevator could have been like...

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Female readers and Erotica

There are two things I feel like mentioning regarding my erotica with regard to women

When I decided to make a serious go at writing I did a little research. Like most erotica authors, I don't use my real name. Part of me isn't sure why, it's not like there isn't a sizeable chunk of the population that reads erotica, so why not put my name on it? It's like we have this society wide hidden shame. The most fun thing the human body can do is sex and we're all too embarrassed to talk about it!

Regardless, I'm no different than everyone else so I had to find a pen name. Apparently regardless of the actual gender of the writer, most pen names are female. So I started with initials to be gender neutral, not wanting to lie but also hedging my bets. Very quickly however, I just admitted I am a guy. Mainly cause the world doesn't need any more guys pretending to be women on the Internet.

The other thing worth mentioning is I have female readers. Like more than one. This isn't me bragging, this is me being genuinely surprised. I had assumed anyone reading my stuff would be a horny, presumably lonely guy but apparently my Wifely Duties and Great 48 series are popular with women.

Part of what surprised me is that those stories feature submissive and even reluctant women. While writing them more than once I was concerned I was being misogynistic, something I try really hard to avoid in real life. So when I write a scene with a woman being submissive to a man, I'm hyper aware of what I am doing. I don't want to contribute the real world poor treatment of women. This is not to say I always get it right, but if you read those stories, I focus on submission and avoid having any characters degrading the others.

Even still, to have female readers respond to those stories caught me off guard.
Actual emails have said:

"Love how you objectify us woman to please our men. Major turn on. Please keep writing!!!"
And
"...had me wet for which you have my gratitude!"

Again, this isn't me bragging, I'm very flattered by it but don't understand it. Guess this whole human sexuality thing really is more complex than I had thought.

Of course, those readers could all be men pretending to be women, so I don't take any of this too seriously.

Wifely Duties: Jane Discovers Fellatio

This is the start of my Wifely Duties Series. It was intended to be a one off story, but a reader suggestion inspired a sequel, which lead to a third which I am just finishing up.

Regardless, this is the story of Jane, a naive 1950s housewife who is lead to believe it is her duty to preform oral sex on her husband weekly. This is fully consensual stuff between adults, but it does lean towards to the reluctant side of things, so please be aware of that, if that isn't of interest to you.

Jane looked around her home. It was a nice middle-class home that contained all the state of the art appliances a 1950s housewife could want. She had a husband she loved very much and practically everything she could ask for, but she just wasn't happy. As good as her life was, it wasn't perfect, so she decided to do something about it.

When her husband came home from work that night, Jane was in heels and a pretty dress, she had dinner on the table and a plan in her head.

She waited till Michael was about half way through his dinner and 15 minutes into "how was your day conversation" before she changed the topic.

"Honey. I've been thinking." she told him, making the best doe eyes she could muster.

"Mmmmph?" he asked, still chewing on some meatloaf.

"You're not being fair to me. As a husband I mean."

Michael looked up at her, quizzically.

"How do you mean?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

"Well, when we got married, I thought you'd be the ideal husband. That you'd take out the trash on garbage night, you'd mow the lawn on Sundays, and you'd clean the eaves out in the fall. I assumed you would act like a husband. But you hardly ever do any of that. And never without me nagging at you."

Michael thought about what she was saying. "You're right, I've neglected my duties"

That caught Jane off guard, she had expected him to be much more defensive.

"I'll tell you what. I'll do a better job of my husbandly duties, but in return, you'll have to stop neglecting your wifely duties."

"My wifely...? I have a clean house and cook dinner for you every night!" She snapped.

"Of course you do, and you do a wonderful job at the basic things. Just like I think I do. I work full-time, so we can have this house and that Bel Air in the driveway, not to mention all the newest gadgets you use, like that semi-automatic washing machine!"

"...but I try so hard to make you happy. " she told him, desperately.

"And you do. I guess we've just been a bit lax about communicating with each other. Thank you for correcting that. I'll make sure I take the trash out tonight. And Sat morning, I'll mow the lawn, first thing. How does that sound?" he asked

"That sounds wonderful. But whatever are these wifely duties you are talking about?" she asked.

"Why, fellatio of course." he told her.

"Fellatio?!" she repeated.

"Yes dear, fellatio." he told her.

"But I've never...We've never.." she was flabbergasted.

"Of course not." He said. "I never pressed you while we were courting, had we broken up I didn't want you to have gotten a reputation as one of those kinds of girls, but now that we're married, well a man has needs that need to be taken care of."

"How...how often would I be expected to, um, do that?" she hesitantly asked.

"Oh, once or twice a week would suffice, I should think. No need to go overboard." he said.

Twice a week! She thought. If that was realistic, as he was suggesting, what would going overboard entail?

"When would I, umm," she struggled for words.

"Perform fellatio? I wouldn't dream of telling you when that would be appropriate." he continued.

Perform! He actually used the word "perform" as if she was some sort of lewd dancer!

This was too much. All she wanted was the husband she thought she was getting when they married 2 years before! Wasn't it right for her to get the husband she had always wanted? Wasn't she justified in having certain expectations of what a husband would be?

Yes, yes it was. She decided.

And now that she thought about it, maybe he was fair that he had certain expectations of what a wife would be.

But fellatio?

"Honey, I can't tell you how happy I am that you brought this up. This will make me a better man for you, and you a better wife for me. I am only sorry we didn't address this sooner."

With that he cleared off the dishes and immediately took the garage out to the trash bin, leaving Jane to contemplate what she had just gotten herself into.

True to his word, Michael mowed the lawn first thing Sat morning. He even checked the eaves in the afternoon, even though they didn't need cleaning at this time of year. He had in less than a week, become the ideal husband.

And so, after dinner, she figured it was time to begin her wifely duties. He had retired to the den, where he was a reading a book. She ran to the bathroom, for one last check in the mirror. She was too modest to think it, but she was stunningly beautiful with her long black hair held back by a hair band, her large eyes highlighted by a bit of mascara and a fresh application of ruby-red lipstick. Combined with a knee-length dress and heels, she was almost the picture perfect housewife.

Almost.

She dashed to the bedroom, and grabbed the string of pearls he had given her for their anniversary last year. Putting that around her slender neck, she took a deep breath. She was out of ways to procrastinate.

Steeling herself for what she was about to do, she walked into the den.

Michael looked up as she entered. She smiled awkwardly as she walked over to him. Looking up at her from his seated position, he admired her gorgeous figure. Without saying a word, she knelt between his legs and without looking at him, she reached up and undid his belt. She unzipped his fly, to find his already hard member attempting to poke up through his underwear. She smiled awkwardly, still not looking at him and deftly released his penis from its confines.

He smiled at her hesitation. Knowing this was the first time she was ever going to put a penis in her mouth, he remained silent for fear of scaring her off. She grasped his cock with her hand, gently squeezing it. It looked bigger than usual to her, mind you she normally didn't see it. They tended to make love under the sheets, in their darkened bedroom in the missionary position.

The one exception was one time they both had drunk the apple cider they had purchased at an apple picking festival. It was alcoholic and stronger than they had realized, and they ended up drunk in the bedroom, where Michael had taken her quite passionately from behind while she masturbated herself. It had led to the most powerful orgasm of her life, but it had also left her deeply embarrassed. How could a good girl enjoy such things? So she never spoke to him about it.

This was different. They were sober and it was in their well-lit den, where he could see everything. She was about to do a lewd act that she had, until this week, just assumed only dirty girls did. Part of her was ashamed and wanted to stop but another part of her felt it was her obligation as a wife, and it was something she apparently should have done long before now. Next time she would think to turn out the lights first though.

Unsure of exactly what she should do and too scared to ask, she tentatively kissed the crown of his cock. Michael groaned in pleasure. She kissed it again. And again. And again. Eventually though it seemed to her that it was time to do something else, so she kissed him all the way down his shaft and back up. Still unsure of that she was doing she repeated the motion. Then suddenly, his hands gently but firmly grasped her head. He guided her back to the tip of his dick and paused. She opened her mouth cautiously and waited.

Looking down at his wife Jane, Michael couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. His cock stood hard, in front of her open mouth. She sheepishly looked everywhere but back at him. He reached down with one hand, and with a single finger raised her chin slightly, until she was looking right at him. She turned her head slightly, to look away, but again he silently guided her gaze back to his. Once more she forced a smile. Their eyes locked, he nodded, and this time she understood. She was to watch his face while she did her duty. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth further, and lowered her head.

He felt her breath first. Warm, then a hot wetness as she engulfed his cock for the first time. He groaned loudly and instinctively pushed his cock further in. She lifted her head back up, as not to gag, but lowered it again quickly to show him she wasn't running away or stopping. Within seconds, she was sucking cock like a champion. Bobbing her head up and down, unintentionally making slurping sounds and only breaking eye contact occasionally, when he thrust his dick deep into her throat.

She slowed her movements for a few moments, her ruby-red lips wrapped around his shaft as she lifted her head. When her lips hit the crown of his cock, she swirled her tongue around it before slowly lowering her face, gobbling up his cock once more. Michael closed his eye as he groaned again, and opened them to find Jane still staring up at him.

"Oh god...you're a good wife." he told her. "Such a good wife!"

With that, she sped up. Moving her head as fast as she could go, keeping her lips sealed round his shaft.

Her eyes watered as she bobbed and sucked.

"Here it comes." he announced.

"Mmmpphh?" she tried to asked, unsure of what he meant for the split second before he exploded into her mouth.

"MMMpphhh!" she grunted as she continued to suck, swallowing what she could, afraid to stop and thereby fail in her duties.

That was something else she hadn't considered, what was the proper etiquette in this situation? Are wives meant to swallow? Surely she shouldn't spit it out! That certainly didn't seem lady like. Unable to answer that question, she concentrated at the task at hand; her husband's cock, which continued to spurt into her mouth, even as she pumped him with her lips. She took everything he gave her and when he finished, she kept his cock in her mouth for a moment extra, wanting to be sure she did it right.

He pulled napkin from his breast pocket, offering it to her, which she used to wipe the corners of her mouth.

"Was that...was that okay?" she asked innocently.

"Honey that was perfect." he assured her.

She got up off her knees and as she stood she realized the blinds were still open. It was dark outside so with the light on as it was, she couldn't see out the bay window but rather saw her own reflection. She walked to the window, putting a hand to the glass to peer out. On the side-walk was a man walking his dog. The dog was sniffing at a tree while the man was turned towards her.

She stepped back in surprise.

"Michael, there is a man on the sidewalk!"

"So?" He asked.

"I think he saw me...us."

"Oh Jane, I'm sure he didn't, he's probably just out for an evening stroll." He said, dismissing her concerns.

She wanted to argue. She wanted to explain how some stranger had just watched her put a penis in her mouth and she was humiliated. Instead, she straighten her dress and left the room. Regardless of what that man might had seen, he certainly wasn't going to see anymore tonight.

There is a whole lot more to Jane's story if you liked what you read so far. You can get it cheap over at Smashword, via the link below. 

Also, feel free to let me know what you liked and what you didn't in the comments below. Reader feedback lead to a whole book with Jane's sexy cousin Andrea getting spanked, so you never know where your feedback will take me!

A Knock On The Door

The following is an excerpt from my book "A Knock on The Door"

There was a knock on the door.

It was a too early for Claire to be home and even if it was her, it was unlike her to forget her key. So even though she had no idea who it could be, Lori was more than a little surprised to see a good looking young man at the door. He was about Claire's age, 19 or 20 and looked familiar, but more important than that, he looked upset.

"Um, can I help you?" Lori said as she opened the door. He looked over his shoulder, almost paranoid.

"Hi Miss Reynolds. I don't know if you remember me, I cleaned your gutters last fall. Andy, Andy Parks." he introduced himself.

"Of course. Andy" She was being polite, as she had no clear recollection of him. "What can I do for you?"

"This is going to sound weird, but can I hang out on your back porch for a while?" he asked

"Pardon?" she said, confused.

"Well, there is a group of guys trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide." he explained.

She didn't see anyone else around, but rather than risk him getting beaten up, she invited him inside. "Come inside, what is this all about?"

Andy stepped inside and as the door close she could she him visibly relax a bit. Not fully, the guy was a wound up coil, but he wasn't as tightly wound once he was inside. "Put down your bag a second, and explain this to me."

"A bunch of guys at the gym are trying to beat me up, and I need a place to hide for a few hours. I'll leave you be, I've got a book to read and everything." he explained.

Lori was confused. "Why don't you just call the cops?"

"I dunno, that seems a bit extreme." he said

"More extreme then wanting to hang out in a stranger's backyard?" she inquired.

"I guess not. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, I shouldn't have bothered you. I just remembered this place as I was passing and thought Claire might be home." He began to pick up his bag, as if to leave.

Lori stopped him "You know Claire?"

"Of course. We went to school together till last June. I did that science project with her back in grade ten? We ruined your kitchen table."

"Oh god, the volcano! Andy, I didn't recognize you at all" He had changed a lot since grade ten. He was a good looking man now.

"Come, sit. Tell me what is going on"

They moved to the living room, she sat him beside him on the couch.

"It's a long story, but basically a whole bunch of guys want to kick the crap out of me, and a couple of them know where I work and where I live, so I need a place they don't know about till they give up and go home." he told her.

"Why? What could you have possibly done to make them want to hurt you?" she asked.

"Its kind of embarrassing, one of their girlfriends broke up with them and they are blaming me."

"But why? What did you do?" She pressed.

"Nothing I swear." and he meant it. "It's just that Gary's girlfriend got nasty and compared him to me, and then her friend confirmed it and then other girls were asking. which upset their boyfriends."

"Whoa there partner. Let's back up a step, confirmed what exactly?" She asked, already lost in his explanation.

"Ummm..." he stalled.

"Andy?"

"That's kinda the embarrassing bit." he admitted.

"Andy, I have raised a child, which I had, on my own, at 16. I have heard, seen or experienced everything. I'll bet you anything, whatever it is, I've already dealt with it a dozen times in my life." she assured him.

He pondered for a moment, clearly reluctant to share the details. "Okay, but I'm only saying this cause you asked, not cause I'm bragging on anything."

"Sure" Lori had no idea what he was talking about, but if that disclaimer made him feel better, so be it.

"I have a large..." He looked down, unable to make eye contact with her. "a large penis."

Lori's eyebrows shot up, caught off guard. "Let me get this straight, There are a bunch of guys, trying to beat you up because their girlfriends said you have a large penis?"

"Pretty much." He confirmed, still unable to make eye contact with her.

Lori let out a long breath. "Okay, that's a new one. I'll give you that."

"The girlfriend was real nasty, saying they were all boys with uh, small penises and she was going to find herself a real man. With a, umm bigger penis, and things escalated quickly from there." he continued.

She eyed him warily. His story was ridiculous, but to the point that she couldn't actually imagine he would make such a thing up.

"Is it cool if I hang out here for a few hours?" he asked.

She considered how to handle this situation for a moment, then she had a wicked thought. "Well that was quite the tale there buster, but I'm not buying it."

"Well I kinda cleaned up the language a bit." he said, sheepishly.

She laughed "I kinda figured, I'll tell you what, if you can prove your story is true, you can stay in here and watch TV with me."

Andy was confused. Being able to stay inside would be great, he wasn't exactly dressed to be outside for an extended period. And hanging out with Claire's sexy mom would be amazing, but how could he prove it?

"I suppose we could call one of the girls, I mean Claire might know a couple of them."

"Andy, sweetie, you're over thinking it. Just give me a quick peek and we're good."

"A quick peek?" he asked

"Yeah, just a for a second, so I know you're telling the truth." he told him.

Andy was confused.

"So what do you say?" She asked.

"I'm not entirely sure what you mean ma'am."

Lori laughed. She forgot how awkward young men could be. Clearly, she was going to have to take control. "Your dick Andy. I need to see your dick."

Andy had fantasized about this sort of thing. The day he cleaned the gutters, Lori had been wearing a sun dress when a gust of wind exposed her panties for just a second. That had led to several masturbatory sessions thinking of her. In fact this conversation was already good for several more. The idea of actually showing her his penis though...

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." he told her.

"Andy, I'm going to level with you. I don't have a lot of time to waste on this. I'm an unmarried woman who lives with her daughter. I can't have a man I don't trust, hanging around my house." She gave him an ultimatum. "You can show me your dick, prove your story is for real. Or you don't, and out you go. It's that simple."

Andy was embarrassed. He couldn't just whip it out, but he also couldn't go back outside knowing those guys could kick the shit out of him.

"Umm... can't I just sit on your back porch. just for an hour?" he asked, desperately.

"Andy, you don't have to do anything here, I'm not about to make you... but you can't stick around here unless I'm comfortable you're not some kinda liar or creep." she told him.

"Maybe we could call Claire, I'm sure she'll vouch for me." he suggested.

Lori dismissed him, "No dice. She'll be in transit at this point, and won't b able to answer her phone."

"Ummm." he tried to think of something else to say or do.

"Andy, I think its time for you to go." she informed him, secretly hoping to force the issue.

"No, no. there is like 13 of them out there. I'll do it. I'll show it to you." he relented.

She smiled. It was a ridiculous thing to do to the poor guy, but she did need to know if he was lying... and it had been a while since she'd seen a cock, so she wasn't going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Andy mentally prepared himself. Or rather he tried to, the reality was he had no reference point for something like this.

"Um, should I...?"

"Right here is fine." she told him.

He stood up. From this vantage point he could see down her top a bit. He didn't think she was wearing a bra. She looked up at him, her large brown eyes were gorgeous but the look on her face was one of impatience.

He undid his belt, the feeling of embarrassment growing.

He undid the button in his jeans,

then the zipper.

He reached in, got ahold of his member and took a deep breath...

he couldn't believe he was going to do this.

He pulled it out. He let go of it, and put his hands behind his back.

Lori whistled, low and quiet. His cock was large. Really large. And it wasn't even hard yet she thought. As she had suspected, he was likely telling the truth about everything.

Oh god, he thought. She's not saying anything. Why isn't she saying anything? This was her idea. Oh god. Maybe it isn't that big, maybe she thinks I was lying. What do I do? he panicked.

"It gets bigger, I swear. I just have to...y'know." he struggled to find the words.

Lori smiled. Without meaning to, he had just offered to masturbate for her.

"Andy, I believe you. there's no need to...y'know. not that I don't appreciate the offer."

"Oh god no, I didn't, I mean..." Now Andy was even more embarrassed.

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