A cup of Tea

*****A Cup of Tea*****


Ok this is a bit naughty but it’s something someone told me once and I think it’s cringe worthy and just plain funny. I chose Charlie ‘cos I think he’s under represented! It’s written from his POV. Warning refers to sex – lonely sex! Language too.


As I lay here I wonder why the girls giggle. Stupid things they are. A bit like Dragons really, all temper and beauty. Oh yes they’re beautiful the girls. Well one girl really. Nellie Hardpick. With that long flowing hair and her smile. I’ve noticed her look at me, I’ve also noticed her robes are getting tighter around the chest. Must be growing ‘tits’, as Bill calls them. Bill has felt tits. So he tells me. I have no real reason to disbelieve him. He wasn’t lying about the other thing that I have become obsessed with was he? He told me that when you get excited, like when you feel ‘tits’, the thing that until recently I just thought was to pee out of, does strange and wonderful things. And it does, so I have discovered. It gets hard and then it feels, well, Fucking wonderful.

I lay here now, gently musing over what he said. After a few fumbled first attempts and a very weird dream (which Bill told me was a wet dream), I’ve finally discovered what Bill was talking about, the ultimate high he called it – I came, ejaculated, shot my load. Call it what you want, I liked it and I wanted more, a lot more. He wasn’t wrong, and now I couldn’t get enough.

I did it whenever I got the chance, this wanking. Nellie Hardpicks face and voice in my mind as I did. And today I did it again. I had seen pictures of naked girls and imagined that was what Nellie looked like under her tightening robes. It got hot under the bedclothes, and I got sweaty, all part of the fun really. I gripped my cock, it was already hard when I woke up, Merlin it felt good. Bill had said that the longer you took, the better it felt. So I tried to go slow this time. Stroking gently at my cock end, swirling my fingers. I shivered as I felt it throb and I stopped, the feeling calmed a little. I gripped and slowly, agonisingly slowly, I moved my hand up and down, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. This was heaven! With my other hand I stroked my balls, now that felt good, damn good. I kept returning to the end, rubbing my fingers over it as it throbbed, arching my hips with each throb. I could feel a sensation building, starting in my tense balls and moving upwards. I had had flashes of it before, just before I’d come, but the anticipation was outstanding. I continued to tease myself, biting my lip to stop myself losing control. I thought of Nellie, imaginaing her body like those girls in Bill’s magazines. Then a thought crossed my mind that made my hand move faster than it ever had. What if Nellie’s hand was where my own was now? What if she was doing this to me? That was it, all thoughts of going slow forgotten. My hand flew and in a few short minutes I came. Well, no I didn’t, I fucking exploded, like a firecracker. It seemed that I came for ever, I had come a few times, and it had been great, a bit of ‘come’ leaking out and sliding onto my hand. This was different, it shot out, four, five times. I lost count. I felt some of it hit my stomach. Compared to the other times there was loads. And yeah, THAT had felt different alright.

As I slowly relaxed and opened my eyes I froze in horror, there was a steaming cup of tea next to my bed.
I knew it could only be from my mum, she always did that. She had shouted me several times already, but I’d woken up thinking of Nellie, and with the ‘morning glory’ that Bill told me was now for life, and well, what’s a boy to do? In a minute mum, I’d said at least four times before I’d heard her trundle off back downstairs. Everyone else was out, I knew that by how quiet the house was. So it could only be my mum who had left the cup of tea. I was mortified. I bet she was too. Or maybe she hadn’t noticed? I could only hope. She had left the tea, so I drank it.

I changed my boxers, wondering how the hell I was gonna get the marks off and I took the cup downstairs. My face as red as my hair. I just wanted to hide in my room, but well, I’ve never been one for hiding from a problem. She just smiled at me as I put the cup in the sink; I waited for the outburst, for her to ask me what I was doing. There was nothing, just a smile. I felt her eyes on me as I left the room.

Bill roared with laughter when I told him. Turns out she probably knew exactly what I was doing. I count myself lucky I am the second eldest, she had caught Bill ‘red handed’ so to speak. Now that must have been embarrassing. Still, it was the last time I found a cup of hot tea next to my bed from my mum. It generally got left outside my door now.


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