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Author’s Notes: All characters in this story engaging in any sort of sexual activity are 18 or over. My stories often contain themes of incest, spanking, embarrassment, humiliation, CFNM (clothed-female, naked-male), ENM (embarrassed naked male), strong independent women, and meek, milder men. If you find any of these themes offensive or just aren’t in the mood for them, then, please, for your own sake, do not read this story. There are far too many other stories out there waiting for you to enjoy for you to waste one more second on this one.
This story is part of the Naked as a J-Bird series so, if you haven’t already, please read the previous parts in the series first, starting with J-Bird and his Night-Blind Neighbor.
Lastly, This story was written purely for entertainment purposes so, put your critical mind on pause, and simply enjoy this continuing story about Jay Fisher, our shy virgin college student who’s been living with his aunt. We pick up our story with Jay trying to return to safety, still reeling from the unexpected ending to his first naughty adventure.
Feedback’s always welcome and I hope you enjoy the story,
-BizMe
J-Bird here’s the tag. And they’re even on backward.”
I looked down and had to confirmed her observation was correct, But I also saw the head of my cock again and found it glistening with the wetness of my earlier orgasm–the one I received by the hand of Miss Carmen during my earlier escapade. Or, maybe, I considered, this is FRESH precum? My unruly dick twitched, mocking me with its ability to wreak havoc in my life and my pathetic inability to stop it.
As if I hadn’t yet paid my full penance to the fates for all my earlier indiscretions, I watched helplessly as it started to happen yet again, as it had been doing so often lately.
Curse of all curses, my dick sprang back to life, quickly straightening and raising itself like a flagpole until it was standing at full attention. So stringent was the rigid hardness that, even if my aunt had let go of my shorts, they surely would have remained gaping from the support of a manifested tent pole.
I swear, sometimes, I loathed my fifth appendage–the one with no fingers or toes and, according to my ledger book simav escort so far, hadn’t proven to be anything more than a liability.
“Jay, listen to me. I know that you’re lying. You were naked, weren’t you?”
I struggled to answer, my attention fixed solely on my burgeoning erection and the certain calamity that was about to ensue once my aunt noticed it too. Meanwhile, my virgin cock began leaking precum, so much of it, in fact, that I felt a drop fall from my cockhead to my pubis.
“Jay, please tell me the truth,” my aunt pleaded, her gaze returning to my crotch. “It’s important that your honest with me.”
She watched her own hand release its hold on my inside-out shorts. She watched as the elastic snapped the shorts back to my body. She watched when the shorts didn’t quite close all the way. And she watched when a tiny dark spot formed in my shorts, at the apex of its tenting, which summarily turned wet.
She gasped, as did I, when the wetness quickly became a puddle. Then she touched it with a fingertip. She wore the same questioning expression she’d exhibited off and on since entering my room, as though reality itself was bending and flexing around her, only occasionally returning to normalcy.
She touched the slippery drop of my essence, testing it between her finger and her thumb, a look of bewilderment in her eyes.
I wanted to confess. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to hide. I wanted to disappear and wished, maybe, that I’d never been born at all.
“Jay,” she finally said so quietly I could barely hear her over the ringing in my ears. “Please, just be honest with me. Tell me what’s happening with you. Maybe I can help. I want to help. But you have to want me to. You have to let me. And you have to start with the truth. Just tell admit to me what I already know: you were naked in the living room, weren’t you?”
I gulped or attempted to, my dry mouth preventing it. I tried to reply, but couldn’t.
Her hand returned to my hip and her vision to my leaking prick. And for a fleeting moment, I thought she might have been about to reach out to touch it, to slide her finger along the pronounced tenting of my shorts, to trace the ridge, to grasp my shaft sincan escort in her fist, to retrieve more of my precum from the puddle on the tip. Perhaps she’d want to taste it like Miss Carmen had.
Involuntarily, I gasped at the possibility, finding myself hoping it might happen and then despising myself for the desire. In the end, it wasn’t to be.
My aunt’s countenance fell but instead of looking angry, she seemed overcome with sadness and disappointment. Her gaze shifted noticeably away from my body.
“I…I wasn’t n-n-…um…I…I wasn’t…” I attempted to tell her that no, I hadn’t been naked just a moment prior despite knowing she unquestionably saw me streak past her in the hallway wearing nothing but my birthday suit. But I just couldn’t bring myself to be that blatantly disrespectful as to lie to her and, worse, call her a liar for holding fast to the truth of what she’d seen.
“Stop, Jay. Just stop.” Without looking, she placed a hand on my hip yet again, dangerously close to my mutinous hard-on, then waited until I glanced at her and she captured my eyes. “I thought…” she started, then faltered for a second. “I thought you thought better of me than to lie to my face. It’s the one thing I never…I never thought you would do.”
Her eyes seemed watery and her eyelids so weighted that they immediately succumbed to gravity. Her gaze fell to my crotch again where my treasonous, fully extended manhood was putting on a brazen display, showing off its size, its shape, its length, and its girth. It rudely ignored the fact that something more important was happening and paraded itself proudly like when a peacock dances and shows off its feathers.
“I thought you could tell me anything,” she said quietly. “Even…embarrassing things. And someday, maybe, you’d trust me enough…that we could talk about other things…like…girls…and…sex…and who you might want to marry someday.”
My penis lurched at the realization that my aunt was now ogling me. Despite her frustration and disappointment with my behavior, my aunt was openly staring at my shame.
“Jay?” she asked as if my name alone could be a question.
Suddenly, I had the delayed reaction I should sinop escort have had much sooner and moved one of my hands down to cover myself, leaving the other still covering my chest. Except, once my hand reached my shorts, I didn’t set it down like I should have, with my palm open and fingers splayed, because my brain had shut down and my body reverted to instinct alone. No, instead of doing the right thing and hiding my shame, my hand had grasped my swollen meat stick through the fabric of my shorts and, crudely, made an lust-filled fist around it.
My aunt nearly choked at the bawdiness of the sight, but her steadfast eyes only fueled me to continue.
I moved my hand up once, pausing to gauge her reaction before moving it back down.
“Jay? Is that… Are you… Is that what I think… Are you about to…” Perhaps needing to reassure herself that she wasn’t losing her mind, she reached her hand toward mine, if only to confirm what she was seeing wasn’t a hallucination and that her brain wasn’t deceiving her. When her fingers touched my hand which was still clutched tightly around my member, the monster beneath reared its head and made its presence felt with a violent lurch.
Aunt Sandy pulled her hand back as though she’d just touched a hot burner, but her eyes remained fixed on her nephew’s tumescence, standing proud like a soldier at attention during Reveille when it should have been hiding like the Benedict Arnold that it was.
“I…oh my god…it’s so…Jay, it looks so angry…and so…” she stammered breathily. Then, suddenly, she seemed to regain control of her senses–a skill I wished I’d acquired. She shifted her body and leaned away, her back stiffening and her shoulders pulling back like she suddenly felt the need to practice good posture.
“No! This is wrong!” She seemed to be speaking to herself as much as to me. “This is naughty, Jay. Very naughty! I understand young men sometimes need to…you know…but this…” With one hand she covered her breasts and with the other her pubic region, as though she was the one who was naked and had something to hide. She rose from my bed and hurried toward the door, breathily declaring, “We’ll have to talk about this later.”
When she reached the door, she stopped to catch her breath and waited for her thoughts to unscramble. Her back was still turned toward me and her head bowed low. She took a deep breath and I watched as her shoulders rose and fell. “We will talk about this later,” she said again, more decisively this time.
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