James closed the drapes, darkening the living room of his parents house while Brent inserted the DVD into the machine. With a press of a button, the movie started.
The room was average sized. There was a beige corduroy couch with a small coffee table in front of it directly across from the covered windows. Against the wall to the right of the couch was a bookshelf, locked liquor cabinet, fireplace and a rack of entertainment equipment, video game consoles, tapes and DVDs. Set in the far corner of the room was a large widescreen T.V., James' pride and joy. The room opened up into the foyer, which led into the kitchen and hallway where the bedrooms were. All of which were empty, except for the one James and Brent were in.
This is where they often ended up after school. James' parents were usually at work when he got home and didn't come back until later in the evening, so there was never any real worry of interruption. This privacy was exactly what they required.
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It began over the summer before Brent's senior year of high school. Because of new zoning laws, James was to start going to a new high school the same distance from his house, but in a completely different part of town. Since Kindergarden they had the same classes and this change was indeed a big one. But although they would no longer be seeing a lot less of each other, they didn't worry about loosing touch as they had been best friends since childhood. Their bond could not be broken with a mere change in schools.
They always hung out together and this day began no different than any other average summer weekday. They sat on the couch in the living room playing video games, whiling away the time, avoiding the unbearable heat outside.
"Where's your mom? She's usually always home around this time. She at the store or something?" Brent asked absentmindedly as he guided his video game character across the screen.
"Nah, she works days now. You know what that means? With my dad overseas with the company, mom at work, sister back at college since last week... the house is mine most of the day for the rest of the summer. And guess what else?" James looked over the spine of a penthouse magazine from his personal stash at Brent.
Brent paused the game. "What else?" He gave James a quizzical look.
"Well... I was bored out of my mind the other day and started snooping around the house and... lemme just show you what I found." James said getting up. He lead Brent into the master bedroom and straight toward the walk in closet. He opened the door and turned on the light. It was easy to tell which side belonged to his mom and dad by the types of clothes hanging on the racks and the sheer volume of it on his mom's side. James pointed to a box on the top shelf on his dad's side.
With a smirk on his face, James said, "Gimme a hand with this huh," as he reached up and inched a cardboard box used for printer paper over the edge. They both guided the heavy box down only for James to carry the mystery box back into the living room without opening it or saying a word.
"Dude, what the hell's in there? The suspense is killing me." Brent said sarcastically as they made their way back to the front of the house. James placed the box down on the floor and flipped the top open.
"Whoa." Brent gasped in amazement.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I said when I found it." James replied proudly.
"Videos... magazines... lube... geez, your dad didn't mess around did he?" James and Brent sat in the middle of the living room floor pulling items out of the box, looking at the ones that caught their attention. The next half hour was pretty quiet as they paged through the magazines. Playboy, Hustler, Penthouse, it was a teenager's wet dream. Before long they both struggled to hide their growing erections.
Having grown up together, there weren't many secrets between James and Brent. They knew each other as well as they knew themselves. However sex was something that was pretty foreign to both of them. Although they each had their share of girlfriends, in the end they remained virgins due to one unfortunate circumstance or another. The talked about masturbation pretty often however, and shared magazines "to look at overnight," from time to time. But for the most part, neither had much experience. But with this new discovery, things were going to change.
"Hey, what time is your mom coming home anyway?"
"Around six, six thirty or so. Why?"
"Well, we have the house for a few hours. Why don't we put in one of these movies?"
"You read my mind!"
And that's how it began. Once the movie was started, the magazines were put down and a whole new world opened up to them. For the first time in their lives they watched a porno together.
She looked young to Brent, he guessed maybe 18 or 19 and in a way reminded him of one particular girl he went to school with. However, the innocence of her angelic face was contradicted by her ruby red lips wrapped around a meaty cock. She slurped on the thick erection with a voracity of a sex starved nymphomaniac, coating it with her saliva and paying special attention to the head.