The summer seemed endless, Beau thought. He lay back on the bed, trying to nap. His mother's sister-in-law, with whom he was living, was at work, and Beau had just finished the day's chores. Beau had shown a renewed commitment to his work the past few weeks, ever since a bout of irresponsibility had led to some... harsh discipline at the hands of the mysterious and powerful man -- Henry -- who twice now had bent Beau completely to his will.
Beau shifted so that he lay directly on his back, his arms and legs spread. The room was hot. It was at least 95 outside, and Beau had just finished mowing the lawn and cleaning out the garage in preparation for some yard sale thing his host had planned. He had been drenched in sweat by the time he finished, and had stripped off and rinsed off under the house's only shower, located outdoors. Exhausted from a long morning's work, he wanted to take a nap. The heat was making that impossible.
Beau reached his hand down and absent-mindedly snapped the waistband of his small white briefs, the only item of clothing he wore. He cursed himself for being too lazy to do laundry; he would have preferred a loose pair of boxers, but the tight briefs were his last clean pair of underwear. He had just been so tired lately with all the work he had been doing around the house. Once Sarah realized that he was actually going to do what she told him to, she had put the tall, buff 18-year-old to work. Beau raised his neck and looked down at his body. His skin was bronzed from his time in the sun; his muscles rippled even more than when had had arrived. His huge dick strained the fabric of the briefs and left him with a sizeable bulge. He threw his head back and ran his hands through his hair. He was thankful that his chest was naturally smooth; less to keep track of.
His shoulder was sore from hauling things out of the garage. Beau thought of how much work he had been putting into the house lately, ever since... Henry. He thought of how helpless he had felt as Henry's strong arms and hands had completely dominated him, how he had begged for mercy only to have his virgin ass completely destroyed by the man's enormous tool. Beau thought of how it had felt to have the man pounding him mercilessly, Henry's hips smashing against his soft ass...
Fuck, thought Beau. He realized that the bulge in his briefs had grown. The white cotton could barely contain it. Why did thinking about that day do this to him? How come, as hard as he tried not to, he thought about it when he jerked off? Maybe if he had been able to get some real action around here it would be different; but he hadn't even seen a girl other than his aunt in weeks. At this point he was about ready to --
Beau sat up. He thought he heard footsteps in the house. Was that a voice...? It couldn't be...
The door to Beau's room opened. In the doorway stood a girl who looked to be around twenty. Beau was slack-jawed. He hadn't seen a girl so pretty in... he had no idea. She was small, much shorter than he. She had brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders. She wore shorts and a tank top and carried a large, clear plastic Starbucks cup, mostly filled with ice.
"Oh! Hi!" The girl's eyes were wide; she clearly had not expected what she saw. "I, uh... wow. I'm really sorry for barging in on you like this." She was torn between awkwardly trying to look to the side and meeting the gaze of the large, nearly naked man on the bed in front of her.
"Uh, no, that's okay," replied Beau. He was confused by the girl's behavior for a moment, before he realized that he was still on the bed propping himself up with his strong arms, his thick thighs spread, revealing his growing bulge in his small white briefs. "Oh, shit!" Beau covered his bulge as best he could with his hands. "I'm, uh, sorry, just let me get some..."
"No, no," the girl said, settling her gaze on the younger man's face. "I'm the one who busted in on you. I'm really sorry. It's just that I was supposed to, like, pick up some stuff for my mom, and... well, I didn't realize that Sarah wouldn't be here. I'm, uh, Shannon." She extended her hand.
"Beau." He scooted forward on the bed and extended his own hand. Beau had large hands, but only one wasn't up to the task of concealing his bulge. He caught the girl trying not to stare. He smirked. He wasn't sure if she had expected to find him here or not, but he could tell she thought he was hot. Not that he blamed her. Might as well give her something to look at, he thought to himself. "So," Beau removed both hands from his package and again used them to prop himself up on the bed. He kept his legs spread. "What brings you to my bedroom, Shannon?" He flashed her a wide, white smile. It had been a while since he had gotten to really flirt with a girl.
"I... ah, sorry," she laughed nervously. "My mom is friends with Sarah. She asked me to come over here and pick up some stuff before the yard sale." She tried to keep her eyes fixed on the boy's, but she couldn't help but let her eyes wander downward, to his cut, tan chest and stomach, and the white briefs that looked liked they were about to burst. She could tell that he wasn't hard, and still his cock looked enormous.
Beau could practically feel the girl's eyes sliding over his abs and his bulge. His smile only widened. He planted his feet on the bedroom carpet and stood up. He put his arms in the air and stretched, giving his visitor a totally unobstructed view of his ripped body. "Ooooh, right." He lowered his arms and rested his hands on his hips. "Sarah said somebody might be coming by to pick some things up before the sale." He almost laughed at the girl's attempts not to ogle him. "You, uh, need me to help out? I've been doing a lot of work today already, but for you..." He flashed her another smile. Beau imagined how he was going to throw her down on the bed, slam her against the wall, make her scream when he fucked her with his rock-hard cock.
"Wow, um, yeah, I mean, that'd be great." She attempted a drink from her straw, forgetting that she had finished it on the way over. She smiled at the boy sheepishly.
Beau took a step forward, keeping his hands on his hips. His buff, nearly-naked form was now only a foot away from the girl. "Looks like your drink is gone."
Shannon regained her composure. The boy had caught her off-guard, and she couldn't deny that she was taken in by his bold attempts at flirting, his showing off. She thought she should take the opportunity to flirt back. "Yeah, I guess it is." She popped the lid off the cup and withdrew an ice cube. "Not these, though." She placed the cube on her tongue and swallowed it, smirking at the boy's attention to her lips. "You want one?"
"Sure." He kept his hands on his hips. His briefs rode even lower than before as a result of the stretching, and his bulge had increased in size since Shannon entered the room. He opened his mouth to accept the ice.
Shannon, still smirking, took a cube from the cup and held it squarely against the center of the boy's chest. Her smile widened at the gasp she elicited from Beau when the ice hit his skin.
Beau furrowed his brow and returned the girl's smirk, but kept his hands in place. "Not what I expected."
"Mm. But refreshing anyway." She slowly slid the ice cube downward, leaving a cool trail of water on the muscled chest. The boy remained motionless. In fact, his eyes didn't leave hers. The ice disappeared by the time she got halfway down his rippling abs. Damn, she thought. She had hoped to have an excuse to slide her hand down the front of his briefs. She settled for the twitch she saw in his bulge when a drop of cold water made its way into his waistband and presumably hit the base of his dick. "Want another?"
He took a step forward. His buff form was now inches away from the smaller woman. He felt powerful, in control, knowing how much she wanted him. He debated whether he'd have her give him a blowjob before he fucked her. "How about you first. Not fair, me being the only one without clothes on."
"You've got clothes on." She gestured toward his briefs.
"These?" He snapped the waistband of the underwear against his hip. "I don't think these count."
"Then lose 'em."
"How 'bout you first." He flashed her that devilish grin, his eyes boring into hers. He took a small step toward her.
She laughed nervously. She could feel the heat emanating from his body. She had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact; the boy had nearly a foot on her. "How old are you, anyway?"
