A Free Story

Getting Naked For Him

by Sally Neebaum

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I didn't take much notice of anything when Ralph came to stay with us. It was half way through the summer, and he was going to go to college in our state. The way we knew Ralph was that Ralph's father had been a life-long buddy of my father. They had both served in the military together, had both attended the same college, and until recently, they were best buddies at work. Ralph used to come over and hang out when our two Dads got together. But then we had to move away because of my father's promotion. That was a real shame, because we were both loners, and had no brother or sister. It was like we were soulmates or something, if you know what I mean.

By the time we were both grown up, he had turned into a real 'hunk.' He was muscular and very well-built. He was quite a gorgeous looking man.

When he moved in with us, things between us began to change. It was fairly subtle at first, but then, I really began to notice. What I noticed first was the fact that he had an enormous cock and balls. I mean, it had to have been enormous, judging from the size of the bulge I had been seeing.

It seemed to happen all at once to me, as if the thought just suddenly sprang to my mind. It was seeing Ralph, about a foot away, wearing white summer walking shorts. All at once, I seemed to notice that there was a good-sized bulge in his shorts. Absently, I wondered what his cock looked like, being pressed against his balls by his shorts.

It seemed that I couldn't get the thought out of my mind, and I sat there, staring at him, looking at the contours of his cock and balls hidden behind the white cotton. I could make out the head of his cock, and even see how long it was. He turned around, and I noticed how tightly, how snugly, his shorts fit him. I couldn't see a line where his underwear was, and it was with a sudden tingling in my groin that I realized he wasn't wearing any undies. I had been looking at his crotch, never realizing that I wasn't seeing just a bulge, but his actual cock and balls pressing against the material of the shorts.

I squirmed as I sat there, trying to concentrate on a TV program. But, I couldn't get the sight of his bulge out of my mind. My crotch was wet. I could feel the juices from my pussy as I moved my legs and crossed them. I looked at Ralph's face to see if he noticed. It would be embarrassing for anyone to see me with a wet pussy while staring at a crotch bulge. I wondered if he knew that I was staring at him, checking out his package. That would be kind of embarrassing as well. Hell, I didn't know what had come over me. It seemed that yesterday, I was fine, and today, all I could think about was Ralph's cock.

As Ralph walked away, I moved my hand to my crotch and pressed, feeling the sensations and loving the feeling of my masturbating hand. Looking around, I realized that Ralph had gone upstairs, and I sat there,alone. I quickly stuck my hand inside my shorts, pulling the band of my panties aside. I could feel how wet I was, and my pussy was hot.

Dad had disappeared out the door with one of his girlfriends, and I knew that they wouldn't be back till the wee hours of the morning, if at all. It might even be late tomorrow before he would come back. Mom had long since left, and I hadn't seen her in months and months. She was a true bitch, anyway. I figured that Dad was better off without her, and so was I.

I unsnapped my pants and pulled them down over my knees. I tugged at my panties, looking at the wet spot in the crotch. My pussy was soaked, I was so hot, so turned on, just by the sight of his bulge. I pulled them all the way off and ran my fingers up and down my pussy lips as I lay back. I knew that he wouldn't be downstairs for quite some time. He was probably upstairs, playing with himself. I wished that I was upstairs playing with that bulge, I knew that for sure. I wondered what it would feel like in my hand. It would be warm, and stiff, and maybe even throb a bit. And his balls. I wondered if they were hairy, or shaved like some of the idiots who wanted to send me their pictures on my cell phone or on social media. It seemed the first thing a guy does is say something like, “Hey, my name is Joe, wanna see my cock?”

I reached under my T-shirt and tweaked my nipples a little. It was summer, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I loved the touch of my fingers on my nipples and pussy, and I moved them faster and faster, and finally, I touched my clitoris. I came, my body jerking, a little sighing moan coming out of my nostrils. I lay there, breathing hard, my legs spread wide, one hand on my pussy and the other on my tits under my shirt.

"Wow. That was hot!" The voice seemed to come from right beside me. I had no idea that there was anyone there.

I looked up. It was Ralph. He had come downstairs, and was standing there, right at the foot of the couch, watching me play with myself. Red-faced, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them to my crotch, hiding my pussy. I didn't have time to put them on. I just held the bundled-up clothing to my midsection.

"Uh,” I said. “I got kinda you know, like...”

"Your were playing with it," said Ralph with a smile. "What were you thinking about? Your ugly dumb ass boyfriend?"

"None of your business. If you can play with it upstairs, I can play with mine, too."

I got up from the couch and ran, hitting the stairs, taking them two at a time, Ralph watching my naked ass move like the wind.

I went into my room and closed the door. I sat on the bed and took off my T-shirt. I was embarrassed, thinking of what Ralph was going to say to his friends. I could just hear it now, I thought.

I heard my door open, and I looked up as Ralph walked in. I started to grab my clothes, and then realized that Ralph was naked, his hard cock sticking straight up, and pointing at his navel. My eyes widened, and I just sat there and looked at his hard dick.

His cock was beautiful, surrounded by light brown hair. His balls had no hair on them at all, and they hung heavy beneath his throbbing cock. It had a purple-pinkish head, and it was divided down the middle by a line that ended in his pee hole. He walked toward me, and his dick moved back and forth, pointing first one way, at the wall, and then the other way. He walked right up to me, right in front of the bed where I was sitting, and his cock suddenly took up my entire field of vision. It was right in my face. It was a big, fat dick when looked at from that angle.

I sat there and watched it throb.

"You can touch it, if you let me touch you," he said. “Can I touch you?” he asked. His voice was gentle, kind.

I looked up at his face. "You're kidding," I said. "You want to touch me? And you want me to touch your dick/"

He nodded. "Touch it, it's OK, I'd like it."

I reached out with one hand and touched the throbbing shaft, running my finger up the shaft from the base all the way to the tip. I could feel it throb under my finger as I moved my finger gently up to the throbbing, purple head. There was a wet, slimy drop of fluid on the tip, oozing out of the hole there. I smeared the stuff around the head, and he moaned softly as I did so.

He pulled away and looked at me. He reached out with both hands and pushed me gently down on the bed. I scooted over and patted the spot beside me, and he climbed onto the bed with me, his boner poking him in the belly as he moved. Laying beside me, he reached over and pulled my legs apart, and his fingers were suddenly on my pussy. I grabbed his dick and felt of it with my fingers wrapped around it. The skin was deceptively soft, compared to the hardness right beneath the smooth skin.

What he was doing to my pussy made me cum immediately. His fingers touched my clit, and I could feel his other finger probe gently inside me. I thrust my hips upward, and his finger went deeper into me.

He pulled away from me, and I wondered if I had done something wrong as I moaned loudly with my next orgasm. Suddenly, though, his mouth was on my pussy, and his hot breath on my thighs drove me nuts. Then, his balls hung above me, and I reached up and pulled his cock to my mouth. The salty taste scared me at first, but I loved the sensation of having his throbbing dick in my mouth. I came again, just as his dick erupted with cum in my mouth. It was slimy and salty, and some of it ran down my throat, and I gagged on it. It was weird, though to see his balls tighten close to his body right in front of my eyes.

We lay there, side by side, Ralph's gentle hands on my nipples. I leaned over and kissed him, and then, a few days later, we fucked for the first time.

The End

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