This is the first of a three part story. Part two will be submitted following reader response [unless the response is totally and uniformly negative.]
All characters are at least 18 years old.
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The summer before my senior year in high school I threw out my fantasies because they were silly and replaced them with new fantasies that were even more ridiculous. Until then I dreamed I was pitching for the Cincinnati Reds and was heading toward a no-hitter; I dreamed of winning the lottery, becoming a billionaire and taking care of all my family and friends, I dreamed Anne Worely fell in love with me and we were king and queen of the senior prom. After that my new fantasies were to have Lisa, my best friend's sister, sit on my face, and to lick my father's cum out of my stepmother's freshly fucked pussy. These were fantasies I could work on!
A little bit of background: Tom and Lisa moved next door when Tom and I were in the third grade and Lisa was in fifth. We were "Los tres amigos," and then the three musketeers until Lisa bloomed into a girl and grew tits - somewhere about the eighth grade. In the seventh grade Tom and I went out for football and became jocks. Shortly after that we started growing pubic hair and we both developed an impossible crush on Anne Worely. We would tell each other fantastic stories about what we would do to and with Anne as we beat our pathetic little weenies. One November night Lisa caught us and neither of us could look Lisa in the eye until way past Christmas.
Now Tom is six-three, two hundred ten pounds of muscle and bone. I am two inches taller and ten pounds lighter. Tom is a shoo-in for starting quarterback on our football team and I will try out for wide receiver, the position I earned my junior year. Lisa is first string on the varsity volleyball team at the university. She was offered a position with a modelling agency, but her parents pressured her to turn it down because it included posing nude for Playboy Bunny of the month. She gets my vote for Miss Universe.
We are all home for the summer and hangout together without further supervision because both sets of parents work.
Our favorite pastime is sitting by their pool shooting the shit and drinking a beer or three. We talk about anything and everything, with no subject off limits.
"So," Lisa says one day, "how often do you guys masturbate?"
"What?" Tom and I say simultaneously.
"You heard me. How often do you spank the monkey? You know, choke the chicken?" We all know you do it. I want to know how often."
"I don't know about Tom," I say, "But I only do it about five or six times a day."
"You're shitting me," Lisa says.
"That's about the same for me," Tom says.
"You guys are so full of shit. There's no way you jack off that much."
"Okay, during football season I cut down to three or four times a day. It affects how fast I run if I jack off during the day. And I would never chance doing it in the shower after practice."
"Yeah, me too," Tom says.
"I think you guys are putting me on."
"Honest Injun," Tom says, holding up two fingers on his right hand.
"Really," I say.
"Do, do do you guys?" Lisa says before she starts giggling so hard she can hardly speak.
"Do we what?" I say.
"Do you ever do it together?" she manages to say before breaking into another attack of the giggles.
