What is it about some families? Why is it that everyone likes to get up early except me?
Lie-in - hah! Joking!
Hardly has the sun risen than there'll be a pattering of feet, a slamming of doors, a flushing of toilets...and my peace will be well and truly shattered!
But fuck it - why should I rush to get up?
Just because the rest of the family all seem to have jobs that start early.
Like I told you in my last story, Mum and Dad (Tina and George) both work down at the leisure centre - Mum looks after injuries and Dad looks after muscles, if you see what I mean and they have to be there before the keep-fitters start arriving. My sister Sally, who's 19, is one of the Managers at a local supermarket and she always starts her shift at 7 o'clock while my brother Tony, who's 21, trains people how to sell and he has a two hour commute to work each day, so he's off early too.
And that just leaves me, Chris, in case you'd forgotten me. I'm 23, so I'm the eldest offspring. And I don't have to get up early because I work from home - I'm an IT specialist (so they call me) - a computer trouble-shooter. Admittedly I occasionally do get called out early but by and large my day doesn't start until after everyone else gets to work and discovers they've got problems! Just occasionally I have to work away from home and then I stay away overnight at the company's expense - but that doesn't happen all that often.
Anyway, just like the week before, and the one before that, for that matter, I was trying to have a lie-in. Oh yeah, I was awake but I was staying put. No way was I getting up at the crack of dawn just so I could hustle around with the rest of the family, all bad-temperedly trying to pretend they were awake and trying to get to work. Why should I when I could lie here and play with myself...my cock (which, I might remind you, is almost eight inches long) was already hard and I was getting ready for a good wank as soon as the place quietened down.
It had gone quiet again at last and finally it was time for me to begin my daily self-pleasuring. I threw back the bedclothes and slid my pyjama shorts off - my jacket having been unused last night - to lay there in the nude with my erection standing proud, dripping and awaiting his morning exercises.
'What am I going to do today?' I wondered and then realisation hit me.
"Didn't buy those batteries for nothing, did you?" I said to myself as I levered myself out of bed.
I'd got a dildo and a few other home-made penile-type stimulators but until recently I'd never had anything to put up inside me that actually did anything - but now my new toy should help rectify that!
Crossing the room to the chest of drawers I opened one of the bottom drawers and ferreted around until I located my new vibrator and the pack of batteries. I hauled them out and looked it over - I'd hardly had a chance to examine the thing - I'd only seen it in the catalogue on-line. While the vibrator wasn't all that thick - it was perhaps a little over an inch across, I reckoned, it was long - probably a foot long all in. Then I guessed that you wouldn't put it all up inside - you'd need some part of it to hold onto...but that still left a good eight or nine inches for insertion.
I'd already removed all the packaging from the batteries and the vibrator so now I disassembled the vibrator, loaded the batteries in place, did up the end and turned the thing on. Instantly a deep but quiet humming filled the room and my hand vibrated while the top three or four inches of the vibrator began a quivering rotating motion.
Yeah I know I should have got a prostate stimulator instead but it didn't feel quite so weird buying a vibrator - at least I had a cover story that it was for my girlfriend - which wasn't needed, as it happened.
I turned it off; hid the packaging and climbed back into bed, along with a tube of KY gel - a valuable wanking aid, while I got my cock worked up again.
A few good strokes and he was once again ready to go - or perhaps cum was the operative word instead.
'Do I use it?' my mind pondered, because my stroking hand was doing an excellent job in stimulating my cock - but there didn't seem to be any sense in just looking at the thing. It just had to be used!
I squeezed a blob of KY onto the end of the vibrator and spread it around and then used my gel coated fingers to probe my asshole. The slipperiness of the KY allowed two fingers to slide inside my hole with relative ease and I ensured that all was well and truly lubricated before I moved the vibrator into place.
Gently I pushed the tip inside, feeling my sphincter muscles stretch far more than my fingers had made them stretch; some vague twinges of pain shot through me - and then it was in me - sliding smoothly deep inside my asshole!
Well, it felt it was deep but when I used my fingers I discovered that I'd probably only got the first three inches inside - there was plenty of length to go yet.
I pushed it further inside; then withdrew it almost completely; then plunged the vibrator back inside once more.
Oooh - yeah!
Well, yeah it was ok - but apart from being stretched, it was nothing I couldn't do with my fingers, I decided.
And then my fingers touched the buttons on the base of the vibrator. Of course! I'd quite forgotten about the buttons!
Instantly my cock perked up and stiffened - I felt the extra zing in the flesh under my hand and I started to move my fist faster as I probed my hole. I'd soon be ready to erupt - vibrator or not!
There were only two buttons - the on/off button and the 'movement' button so I pressed one and was almost startled to feel the quivering inside me and what was even more exciting was when I adjusted the angle of the vibrator so that it pushed against the walls of my rectum. Now I knew what a woman must enjoy - how she must feel as my penis probed her vagina.
My other hand worked harder on my cock; the slap of flesh coming faster and faster as I neared my climax - then I pressed the other button...
Immediately I felt things happen inside - suddenly my vibrator had come alive in a big way - suddenly something jerked at the base of my cock, deep inside me. My hips left the bed; spasmodically pushing upwards and suddenly I was spurting - a huge gush of thick cum erupting, splashing around my collar bone and onto my pillow. A second wave followed, which enveloped my nose and my mouth - a third sprayed my body and a fourth followed suit - I was covered! Splashes and streaks of clear liquid and whiter, more viscous cum liberally covered me and was starting to overflow down the sides of my body.
No way was I intending to waste such an outpouring of nectar and in moments my hand left my cock, to clear the warm sticky white cum from my face; collect what I could from the pillow and gather the pools of cum from my body - all of which I transferred to my tongue and into my mouth. 'Delicious!' I thought as I finalised my clean-up - suddenly realising that my vibrator was still moving and quivering inside me - still causing the occasional dribble of cum to slide from my tip.
I reached down to turn it off - and as I did so I encountered another hand!
"Aaaaagh!" I cried in horror, "Fuck! What the...!"
I looked down between my legs and there was Dad - naked and sporting a rigid erection!
"Caught you, didn't I?" he chortled happily, "Great orgasm son - massive cumshots!"
Yeah - I know we'd had a lovely threesome the other week but his appearance at the end of my bed did nothing for my composure and I was more or less lost for words now.
"Oh fuck! Yeah - guess it was..." I said feebly, "What're you doing here Dad?"
"Actually I came in to tell you that your Mum and I were having a couple of days off. Should have mentioned it last night but we forgot - so I popped in just now. Glad I did though!" he said as he began to strop his penis with his fist.
The sight of my Dad wanking brought my own penis back to life and I started to become erect again and Dad saw it.