Boy Training

Literotic asexstories – Boy Training by midnightfalcon

She had been driving since noon and now it was almost five in the morning and had just glimpsed the sun lighting the sky in the east before the rains began. Now she was driving in a virtual downpour that obscured everything and she was fighting to keep awake. She was on a narrow two-lane road with trees on either side and she had cut her speed to a crawl. Suddenly she realized that she had dozed off and was on the shoulder. Upstate New York gets cold this time of year and between the monotony of the windshield wipers flapping back and forth she desperately looked for someplace to pull over.

That’s when she saw the narrow dirt road on the left. She swung the car onto it and began to pull in. Her left right tire lost its traction and the car slid to the side and she was hopelessly stuck. She turned off the windshield wipers and was intent on getting some sleep. That’s when she saw the glimmer of light ahead. With no umbrella and only a small blanket on the back seat, she climbed out, put the blanket over her head and began to walk. Not more than a few hundred feet up the road she rolled her ankle over and from that point on her discomfort seemed to multiply. The light never seemed to get closer and the pain in her ankle seemed to grow with each step.

The rain now saturated the blanket and felt as though it weighed a ton. Finally she turned a bend in the road and saw the small house nestled between the swaying trees. The light she had seen seemed to come from a window next to the porch. She barely made it to the door and leaned against it trying to keep her weight off her foot. By now it was almost six and it seemed darker than ever as the clouds drifted overhead dumping a torrential amount of cold rain whipping against her already soaked blouse and skirt. Finding no doorbell, she turned and began to slam her fist on the door.

It seemed like an eternity before the porch light went on and the door opened. Peggy almost fell into the room and into the arms of the boy. The room seemed warm, or was it the heat from his body? She didn’t care. She was safe inside and out of that deluge. Somehow the door closed and now holding onto the man, she looked up. He was young, perhaps sixteen or seventeen but with the body of an athlete.

He wore only a pair of very snug fitting cargo shorts that clung tightly to his hard thighs. That was his only covering and she snuggled closer to gather all the warmth she could from his bare chest. He helped her to a couch and reluctantly she disengaged her hold on him and sat. A fire had at one time burned in the fireplace but now it was almost out. He smiled down at her and she looked up into those dark eyes. For the first time words were spoken. He looked at her and simply stated: “god you’re going to catch cold if you don’t get some dry clothes on. Let me see what I can find.” Than turning he went down the hallway and soon came back with a blue flannel shirt and a blanket. “This will do for the top but I don’t think my jeans would be much help.

Would you like to take a hot bath while I get you something to drink and restart the fire? She nodded yes, and he took her hand and helped her up. That’s when he noticed that she couldn’t support herself on her left leg. I sprained it down the road. Its sort of swollen I think. With that he did something totally unexpected. He put his arm under her thighs and lifted her up as if she were a baby. She wrapped her arms around his neck for support as he carried her to the bathroom. That proved to be a surprise. It was huge and in the center was one of those spa things than was sunken into the floor. He set her down on a bench and ran the water. In moments it was almost full and the jets began to churn the hot water to a foaming swirl of steaming froth. “You get in while I get you something for that ankle.”

I was tired, and aching. I felt cold and wanted to get into that tub so badly that I had no second thoughts about stripping out of my dripping clothes and climbing in. I hobbled over sat on the edge and slid in. The warm water covered my breasts and seemed to be caressing my aching body. It wasn’t more than five minutes before he returned. He had brought a first aid kit and a drink.

He sat on the bench and watched me for a second than handed me a water glass half full of whisky. I didn’t want to offend him, but he had enough alcohol in that glass to wipe me out. I sipped it and than looking at him I asked, aren’t you going to join me? I mean have a drink. He sort of looked shyly at me and answered. “I’m not used to drinking.” But one wouldn’t matter I responded. O.K. he answered and left to get another drink. I thought, god if he’s not used to drinking and he makes his as tall as this, he’s going to be looped before he’s finished.

That’s when I got my first real look at him. He seemed to be about eighteen, but could have been a year younger or older. His shoulders were broad and the shorts he wore accented his buns but couldn’t hide the fact that he was an amply endowed young man. I was now feeling self conscious of my own appearance. My makeup was long gone and my hair was hanging in strings and snarled. Not caring much now, I lay back and just let the water caress my body.

One jet in the tub was driving me crazy. It was pulsating a jet of water right on my pussy and when I spread my legs slightly it played hell with my clit. I was five days past my period and at the peak of my sexual cycle. I mean I was at my horniest. I could have cum if he hadn’t returned with his own drink.

We chatted for about five minutes and now the drink was making me lose my inhibitions. He seemed to be much more relaxed too. Than I took the lead. You know Blake it would be much more relaxing for me if you got in here with me. I mean it’s difficult turning my head and looking up to talk with you. Come on, don’t be shy, I won’t bite. Come on, get in with me. We can talk easier that way. “I don’t know Peggy. I would have to……… well you know get undressed and all.” Don’t think twice about it Blake. I’ve seen it all before. So shyly he turned away from me and took his shorts off. I watched, hoping for a glimpse of his cock, but until he turned to get into the tub it eluded me. But he had the tightest and most delectable ass I have ever seen and when he did turn, OH my god was he hung.

He was circumcised and even relaxed, his shaft hung about five inches. He quickly slid into to the water and sat opposite me. I sort of scrunched up so my breasts were at the level of the water and seemed to bob up and down slightly. I questioned him and found out that he was up here in the wilderness for two weeks while his parents were in Europe. He was a senior in high school but had just turned eighteen. He had no girlfriend currently and I teased him into confessing that he was a virgin. I was thinking of all the wonderful ways he could be taught and that prospect was exciting me more. I stretched my leg out and slide it up his thigh to come to rest on his shaft. I smiled and wiggled my toes over it feeling him begin to swell up. He squirmed a bit but seemed to enjoy it. He tried to pretend nothing was happening but the drink and my forwardness had him aroused, and now I was so damn horny that I wanted to stand up and rape the kid.

He was the first to make a move. Peggy I think we should look at that ankle and than get you into some dry clothes. I sighed, slightly disappointed, but agreed. Before getting out I ducked my head under the water to wet my hair and than reached for a towel and began to climb out. Than I simply figured the hell with it and stood up facing him. I began to dry my hair and watch his face at the same time. I have a nice body and he was getting a long and full view of it. My pussy is clean-shaven and my breasts are still perky with hard pink nipples surrounded by slightly puffy pink aureoles. I took my time bending and turning to give him a good show and to see if I could turn him on. When I finished I just stood there, favoring my left foot and put my hands on my hips and asked. Well? Are you going to stay in there and shrivel up like a prune or are you going to get out?

He was shy and just sat there looking pleadingly at me. Come on, I’ve seen it all before. Get out! Slowly he rose. Than, as he got to a standing position, I drew a breath and thought, Oh my god! Oh baby you are one hunk of manhood. He was erect and so help me god he must have been well over six inches and it stood out and up. I wanted to say something but couldn’t. My pussy was beginning to get that twitchy wet throb that makes my body shake. I stared as he dried himself. He was trying to avoid turning towards me but even his ass was something to behold. He hadn’t really developed any amount of pubic hair yet, and what he had was a fine light brown, almost invisible when wet. I had that sudden urge to go down on him. I leaned back against the wall and just breathed hard.

He put on his shorts again and brought me that flannel shirt, I turned and he helped me put it on. It was large. By that I mean I had to roll the cuffs up to get my wrists and hands out. I had turned to press my breasts against him as he helped. Though I left the top four buttons undone I did button the remainder, which provided barely enough shirttail to cover my pussy and most of my ass. Than he again put his forearm under my ass and picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and lay me down.

Now as I lay there I deliberately slid down so my pussy and a good portion of my ass was exposed but he seemed to ignore me as he looked at my ankle. There was some swelling and he very carefully massaged some oil into it. It’s not what I should be using he explained, its just baby oil, but its all I have, than he put one of those wide long stretchy supports on it. Wrapping it up carefully. I watched him and smiled. He was trying to avoid eye contact or even looking at my pussy and yet I wanted him to see my body. You know my neck and shoulders are a bit tight Blake can you massage them for me? Sure he answered and I turned over onto my stomach. Here, I exclaimed, let me get this shirt off so you can get at me better.