A Series Of One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

The Beach

Requested oneshot - 2012

boyxboy

DISCLAIMER
I wrote this when I was 14/15 and I thought it was cool and edgy to have this underage dynamic. It's neither cool or edgy, and it's completely illegal. So read this with a grain of salt.

The Wrong Number in this collection is a rejig of this request! And hella consensual!

The Stepfather, completed and available on my profile, is also similar to this concept.

The request: one between a boy named Zane and his mom's boyfriend named Andrew. - Ilovecupcakes2012

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I'm not proud of what I'm doing. Not proud in the slightest. In fact, I'm pretty sure I violated some religious mumbo jumbo rule and would be damned to hell. But with each stroke, each pump and each moan – I gave a decreasing fuck about the whole situation. I manage to keep my breathing under control, so that I can spew my load just as he finishes.

Fuck me, he's gorgeous. Golden blond hair cut just above his aqua colored eyes, broad shoulders, taunt abdomen and a gorgeous face to top it all off. Yup, he's the main customer in my wank bank. And Mr. Wank Bank is currently mowing the lawn – shirtless. Sounds awfully like that Call Me Maybe thing, but let's be honest here – we both know that I'm not singing some corny pop song whilst checking out this guy. No. I take the scenic route. I am violently masturbating to him.

"Andrew," I moan his name as that one last stroke sends me over the edge. With panting breaths, I clean myself off with some tissue – only looking up to see Andrew return to the garage with the lawn mower. I take a gulp of air, feeling that familiar sense of guilt rise in my lower stomach. I'm so so so wrong. I look up to see Andrew rubbing the back of his neck and returning into the house. My breathing speeds up a little. But it feels so so so right. I look a little bit longer just to see a black haired woman run out of the house and latch herself onto him, intertwining his plump lips with hers. I sigh, pulling on some pants. The couple go back into the house, out of sight.

"Zane?!" my mother calls from the kitchen, sounding out of breath.

"Yeah?" I call back.

"Come up here!"

I furrow my eyebrows together. Damn woman, if she wanted me to do something she should tell me before making me move from my comfort zone. But to avoid any argument, I make my way up to the kitchen. My mom stands there in his arms, black hair, blue eyes and petite figure.

"It lives!" Andrew exclaims as though it's a miracle that I've come out of my room... It actually kind of is. Mom swats his arm playfully right before giving him a big sloppy kiss. I grimace and pretend to gag.

"If you called me up here so that you could get horny with your boyfriend, you can forget it. I'm not holding the damn camera," I tell them and make my way to the fridge to down some juice. I don't know, masturbating always makes me crave orange juice like a baby craving booby.

"Zane!" she scolds me as I drink the juice from the carton. I wipe my mouth, giving her a questioning expression. Maybe I do like to get mom's panties in a twist sometimes. I'm filled with teenage angst, okay. Andrew's lips twitch at the corners as if threatening to smile. I catch this from the corner of my eye so that he wouldn't notice me admiring the view.

"What do you really want, mother dear?" I ask dryly, leaning up against the counter and taking another swing of juice.

"Andrew and I were thinking that you guys should bond... Y'know some guy activities," she suggests. I can feel Andrew study my face for my reaction. I raise an eyebrow at both of them.