It was summer and thankfully the house was air-conditioned. Sammy had never house-sat before but a family friend needed to leave town for work and he couldn't turn the offer down. Three-weeks of free food, a big empty house and a swimming pool in the back.
Not a bad way to start summer vacation he thought to himself.
He had gotten up early and the sun was just coming up as he pulled into the neighborhood. The houses were large, set far back from the street. Sammy pulled into the empty driveway.
He carefully opened the front door and he realized he was completely alone. The house was enormous, his footprints sending echoes through the house. He flicked on the light switch, filling the room with amber light as he set his bag down in hallway. Stepping out of his shoes, he slowly bent over, pulling down his sweatpants. They were comfortable for driving, but he left them in a pile on the floor. The cool air conditioning sent goosebumps up his smooth thighs as he pranced through the house, his cotton panties barely covered his perky little ass.
Sliding in his grey striped knee socks across the floor, Sammy found himself in the living room. The room was modern with a large white leather couch on top of a white shagged carpet. A massive television was perched on the wall. He plopped his slender frame down on the couch, feeling the soft-shagged carpet under his feet. He sat Indian style and flipped on the television.
A giant, throbbing cock appeared on screen. Then a small, pink tongue began to lick from the bottom of the shaft up to the top. The tongue belonged to a small blonde girl who was bobbing her mouth up and down.
"What the fuck?"
Sammy's cock began to ache. He had not cum in almost a week. He rolled over onto his stomach, sliding a pillow between his legs. He began to grind on the pillow but then a wave of heat came over him. He had been driving all night. His cock was swelling and he was right on the edge but he stopped humping, slowly drifting off to sleep.
...
"Please fuck my tight little ass."
The voice came from the TV. Sammy rolled over, the tip of his cock poking out of his panties, dribbling onto his white t-shirt. On the TV, a different girl was bent over a couch. Sammy mimicked her pose, bending over the soft-leather couch, sticking his butt up in the air. He softly rubbed himself against the couch until he saw the clock. 4:30 pm. He couldn't believe it. He had almost slept the day away.
Guiltily, Sammy left the living room, grabbing his bag and carrying it upstairs. He slowly wandered down the hall until he got to the first doorway. He peaked in. The walls were pink and there was a small, twin sized bed. He remembered that the owner had a daughter, Kendra, about Sammy's age but that she was taking summer classes at her college out west.
Sammy continued down the hall until he reached the master bedroom. The style mirrored the modern aesthetic of the living room, with floor to ceiling glass on the back wall looking out into a dense, wooded area. Sammy opened his bag, pulling out his running shoes. He rummaged through the bag, unsuccessfully looking for his shorts.
Slipping back into the other bedroom, Sammy opened the top drawer to the bureau. It was filled with socks and panties but underneath was a vibrator. He picked it up along with a small thong which he held up to his waist.
Maybe later.
He put them back and found a pair of black booty shorts. They were simple and he pulled them up his smooth body. They hugged his ass tightly and he checked them out in the mirror.
Just enough to cover my ass he thought as he headed downstairs and out the front door. He put on his headphones and began to stretch in the driveway. Bending over, pulling up his knee socks, he wiggled his ass wandering if anyone was watching. He headed out the driveway, turning right, picking up pace. It was hot even though the sun was setting and before he knew it, sweat had begun to run down his thighs.
Sammy had been running for nearly 45 minutes when he heard a rumble. The sky opened and the rain began to fall. Sammy slowed down as the rain washed over him and hunkered by a tree just off the road. Another bellow of thunder came, followed by a violent flash. Slowly, Sammy heard a new sound and a car slowly pulled up. The window rolled down and voice called out.
"Hey, why don't you hop in? You're going to get struck by lightning out here."
Sammy hesitated. He was miles away from the house. He slowly wandered over the car, soaking wet.
"I'll give you a ride."
The man in the driver seat was in his 40s. He was fit and had piercing eyes.
"Oh it's okay. " Sammy peered into the Mercedes, admiring the leather. "I'm all wet."
Suddenly another roar of thunder rang out, this one much louder than the first.
"Get in."
Sammy hopped in the car, feeling the cold air conditioning hit his body.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's fine hun. Where can I drop you?"
"Number 18."
"David's place?"
"I'm house sitting."
"Oh that's right. Well listen kid, I have to stop at my house which is just around the corner. I can drop you off on the way back."
"Sure."
