A dumb jock mini-story. So I experienced an electrical blackout tonight and wrote this story while waiting for the power to come back on. Hope you like it!
It was a typical night. I was trying to get some studying done in my room while Dad watched the game downstairs. Mr Jackson, our new neighbour, had the same idea as Dad. My bedroom window looked straight into his, and I could see him propped up in bed, shirtless and watching something on TV. His muscular body was impressive and whenever I saw him outside I wanted to ask him how often he went to the gym… but Dad was always nearby, and discouraged me talking to him. I gave him a wave and he raised his beer to me. I guess the power outage took us both by surprise.
In a split second, the neighbourhood was plunged into darkness and silence, except for a few dogs barking. The next sound was Dad’s heavy footsteps as he lumbered up to my room. I could barely make out his shadowy head as he stuck it through the doorway.
“You OK son?” I nodded. I was still sitting at my desk with my pen in hand like an idiot. Dad just shrugged. “Could be some time until the power is back on. How about we hit the hay early?”
I nodded again. There was nothing else to do. Dad left me to get ready for bed and padded down the hall to his own room. I glanced out the window across to Mr Jackson’s bedroom – as expected, it was pitch black. I grinned to myself. His skin was so dark, he would be practically invisible in an unlit room. I stripped naked and climbed into bed.
But sleep didn’t come. The itch in my pucker had been distracting me since I started studying. Now, lying there in the dark and barely even tired, it was too hard to ignore. I threw back the covers and spread my smooth muscled legs wide, sliding a hand down over my pecs and straight to my winking hole. Ahhh, relief! I tapped at it, then rubbed a little, and tapped again harder. I spanked it hard and rubbed it right after (my favourite trick). That usually did the trick. My pucker twitched even harder and a shiver went through my body. Tonight I was going to need something more intense.
Luckily, a week earlier my best buddy Eddy had given me something to help. It was a small tub of gooey jelly. Eddy said he used it to jack off (which of course made me blush when he said it) but he was happy for me to borrow it. I was too embarrassed to tell him what I really planned to use it for. I had quickly discovered that it was perfect for helping a finger or two slide in my tight teen asshole to temporarily alleviate the itch. Eddy probably couldn’t even guess that’s how I’d use it! But where was it…
It was either on my nightstand or on my desk. Sighing, I realised I’d never find it without a light. Of course! My phone! Naked, I got up and walked to the desk. Beside my books and stationery was my phone. I quickly found the torch app and a soft blue glow filled my bedroom. The streetlights were out but now I could faintly make out a nearby telegraph pole and the tree outside my window. I turned – there was the jelly, on my nightstand as I thought. Figuring the soft light would help me drift off to sleep later, I left it on and propped my phone up against my lamp.
Now I could really go to town! Grabbing the small jar, I laid back on my bed and spread my legs way out wide again. I dipped two fingers in – it was cool to the touch – and grit my teeth as I slid my hand back down and rubbed the slimy gel on my pulsing pucker. This stuff certainly was effective. Surprising myself, my middle finger slipped effortlessly into my hole in one go, with my ring clamping like a vice around it. I moaned as my toes curled.
Stuffing in a second finger was more difficult due to the tightness but I managed. I then settled into a rhythmic pumping, slapping my bouncing glutes or groping my own pecs whenever the pleasure became too great and I had to slow down. It was so satisfying… I could control the itch as long as I continued digitally stimulating my juicy hole. So I did. For about an hour. In a variety of positions. But almost always with my feet high in the air and pointing to either side of my bedroom. I sped up, finding comfort in the slick, wet sound of my two fingers relentlessly frigging my jockhole.
The power snapped back on as unexpectedly as the outage had occurred. I had ended up widthways on my bed, with my enormous glutes aimed towards the window. My room and indeed the rest of the neighbourhood was bathed in light again. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the difference, continuing to fingerbang my smooth pucker while my asscheeks wobbled and bounced. I slowly raised my eyes to the window and gasped at what I saw.
During the blackout, Mr Jackson had obviously had the same idea as me. Only instead of taking care of an itchy pucker, he was violently gripping what looked to be a 12” black pipe in his hands. He was stark naked, aggressively fisting his dark, girthy cock in a way that made every muscle on his body flex and pump. I briefly wondered what could have turned him on so much.
Before I could move from my exposed position, I watched in fascination as he seemed to roar and his ebony meatstick went off like a cannon! He stared right at me, assumedly dying of embarrassment, as his perfectly vertical dong began to fire ribbons of pure white baby batter into the air. Lazily twisting my fingers around in my asshole, I counted eight shots of spooge as they blasted high and then rained down onto his broad pecs and rippling abs. It was mesmerising, really. He must have been jerking off for quite a while to build up a load like that.
His orgasm lasted a good 30 seconds. The whole time I hadn’t moved a muscle, except for my pistoning fingers. Surveying the mess he had made on his own chest, he caught my eye again and shrugged with a grin on his face. I grinned back at him, thankful that he didn’t feel awkward about me seeing him complete such an intimate act. With a final smirk and a thumbs up, he switched off his lamp, plunging his bedroom into darkness once again.
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