Hotter Than Summer

Hotter than Summer - Chapter 1

It's always a nice surprise to step off the bus and be greeted by the warm sunshine.

Despite having to literally sprint from school to the bus stop and then work for an exhausting four hours, the sunny weather makes it almost worthwhile. However the key motive behind changing my work hours so I arrive home earlier is hopefully about to reveal itself.

Adrenaline and anticipation filled me as I pulled open the door.

Nothing. No sweaty scent or loud cries from above me. Just nothing.

A week ago, there was a power cut in the village shop where I worked, so I took the opportunity to go home early. As I opened the door I was still considering what homework I needed to finish, but as I walked into the spacious living room, I was intoxicated with the odour of sweat and something else. It was a new smell, and not one I particularly liked. It was almost like I could taste its bitter and sour flavour, and wherever I went I could not seem to escape its grasp.

The first piece of evidence that I had walked in on my parents fucking was the long groan that at first sounded like my dad but after it was repeated a few times, I could make it out as being my mum. I'm still not sure what came over me, but I automatically felt a tingling down below. That's what being a teenager does to you I guess.

I proceeded to climb the stairs, before standing outside their room. I assumed the soft jazz music was to hide the sounds, but I was surprised I did not hear them from the village I worked in, six miles away! My father's grunts were fast, and deep, and it doesn't take a genius to work out what he was doing.

I decided to test how well they could hear, so I continued to walk along the small corridor to my room, throwing my school bag on the bed as loud as possible. I stayed still for half a minute. No reaction. Like I said, my teenage hormones took over, and I crept back along the corridor before reaching the en suite next to their room. The bathroom had two doors, one that led into their bedroom, and one that opened onto the landing. I slowly opened the door and snuck onto the linoleum floor. The air was fresh here, and I felt like I could breathe for a second.

The volume of their sex increased, and I got more and more turned on. Having grown up being more of a mummy's boy, I wasn't interested in listening to her at this moment. It was my dad's manly roars that affected me the most. I gently peered my head round the door, and doing so, my cock stood alert. Not that I would know, but it was like watching animals mating. My dad's lean body was kneeled on the side of the bed, whilst my small mother lay underneath him.

Pounding is the only word I can use to describe the way he was pleasuring her.

My eyes were immediately attracted to his torso, his pecs bouncing up and down in rhythm with the rest of his body. This was the first time I had really admired him in the bare flesh. People always said I looked like my dad, and that was definitely a compliment, but I always only thought of him as facially attractive. That's not in a gay way, but compared to my mum who was not the prettiest thing in the world, he was definitely a looker.

I then realised it was his sweat I could smell. This aroused me further. I had to take another look. I peered to where his rod was and I could only make out the top of his shaft and some hair. Glancing at his body again, I noticed that he had just the right amount of hair. The black curls wrapped around his nipples and were evenly spread across his smooth body. It was perfection.

As they reached climax, their cries echoed around the house. I jumped up out of the bathroom and ran to my bedroom. I then realised that if this was to become a regular thing, which my cock told me it would be, then I didn't want them to know I was in the house. Grabbing my bag again, I dashed past the door whilst they began to turn the music down, tiptoed down the stairs and across the wooden floorboards, slowly escaping out of the front door. I took in a lot of fresh air, and then began to jog towards the shopping centre.

As I got further away, I slowed to a walk, and began to consider what I had just seen.

Parents still fuck?

I looked at a group of teenagers from a distance away, and debated whether or not they would watch their parents fucking.

I felt worse and worse for what I had done. There isn't really anything wrong with it, I thought. It isn't really my fault; they could have been a bit less obvious about it. Anyway, it's not like I wanted to go in and join them. That thought made me feel a little sick inside.

I just liked to watch sex. And who doesn't? It is generally known amongst my friends that all of us watch porn like there's no tomorrow, so why did I feel so bad for what I had just witnessed. And why did I get so hard over it? Half an hour later I returned home, and no questions were asked. I found it less awkward than I had expected to talk to my parents, but I did feel a stirring as I could see my dad's flies undone.

***** So now, one week on, and there's just silence in the house. I felt some relief that I wouldn't have that feeling that I was a sick pervert again, but my cock was aching to see some action. As nobody was home, I went straight to my room and before my bag was off, I had undone my flies and began to caress my semi erect shaft. Images flooded through my mind, of Kasey Miller and Charlene Donovan, by far the hottest girls in the school.

Then I saw my dad. This didn't stop me, and I continued to pump and pump, just like I had seen him doing, until my cock erupted. And here comes the guilt again. I tried to blame my abnormal thoughts as just being sex hormones, but I think I at least considered that something was a bit twisted about what and who I had just wanked over.

***** At school, a mate from my handball team, Mike, caught up with me.

'Jake, Coach wants us to fit in another practice session tonight.'

'But none of us have our kits? I really can't be bothered today; we can just do some extra practice tomorrow lunch before the game.' I sighed.

'I know, I agree with you mate, I'm just passing the message. You can't miss it though, you know we need you.'

Mike was right about that. I couldn't miss it. The idea then sprang to me that I would have to go home and get my kit. Since I didn't have work, I could run straight home from school to get it. Although my parents were at work, so it was unlikely I would see anything. On the other hand, Dad was supposed to be at work last time. I began to get excited about what I could witness.

I made my way home as quickly as possible anyway. I had that same adrenaline rush as I opened the door, and so upon seeing my dad in a loosely fitted t shirt, I wasn't totally disappointed.

'Alright Jake. You're back early.'

'Just getting my kit, we have another extra practice'

As I ran to my room to find my kit, I noticed how much I had just been staring at my dad's highly visible pecs. As I passed the mirror, I lifted up my top to see my own slightly tanned and lean body. Not really any signs of pecs, but I certainly wasn't fat.

I ran back downstairs, and a thought occurred to me.

'Why are you home dad?' I quizzed. I felt a bit bad for putting him on the spot, trying to catch him out, but I was curious.

'I'm working from home today. Everyone else in the office is a bit pissed about it because they think this will lead to us being fired. But hey, its comfier here than in that stuffy room. And there are some things I can do here that I can't at work.' He laughed, whilst getting out of his seat to walk over the kitchen.

I nervously laughed back.

'Cya later Dad.'

'Good luck son!' He replied, as I shut the door behind me.

What did he mean by that? Is there something I'm missing here, or was that pretty much a confession? Why did he think I would want to know that? Although, to be fair, I did watch them do it.

I made my way into the changing rooms and realised I was a bit early. Some of the other team's players were using our changing room, and I felt a bit awkward being in there with the opposition. I changed next to a tall, freckly boy, who had a tight face, his cheek bones standing out noticeably. My eyes skimmed over his body. He had a great frame. It looked like he worked out a lot.

What is it with me and men's bodies recently? I feel like a sex addict and I'm still a virgin! After getting changed, I did a few laps of the pitch before the game started. It turns out the guy from the changing room was a complete douche. He kept screaming at all his players and spitting on the ground whenever he was near anyone from our team.

'What's that guy's problem?' Mike questioned.

'No idea.' I replied, eyeing him up and down.

Having said that, he was phenomenal at handball and scored all their goals, completely thrashing us. They all seemed a bit reserved at giving him Man of the Match, but there's no doubt he deserved it.

Mike gave me a lift home and just as I went to open the door, I found myself in the familiar situation of expecting something. It was quite quiet, but I couldn't help noticing that same smell. By now I had mastered the skill of silently climbing stairs, and as I reached their room, I could hear my father groaning 'Yeaaah'. Without removing my school bag, I squatted in the bathroom and peaked round the corner.

Wow! He was fingering her. It looked like he had managed 3 fingers but I wasn't really interested in that. I was staring at the meaty six inch cock on display. I had never really looked at my father's penis before, but it was clear I'd be missing out. My mother jacked it whilst crying his name. I watched the pleasure on his face as semen filled my mother's hand, and they both collapsed on the bed, on top of each other. They cleaned up a lot quicker this time, and I realised I needed to flee. All I did was wait outside the door for about 5 minutes, and then entered. My mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my father was wearing the clothes he had had on earlier.

'Hey. How did it go?' My father asked, smiling at me.

'We lost.' I said in response, looking at the floor.

Everything seemed normal. As I went into my room, the door had barely shut before my cock was out.

***** 'Jaaaaaake' Dad called from downstairs.

Shit. They know. They know I've been watching them.

As I went down the stairs I began to think of excuses. It's natural for a 15 year old to watch, I couldn't just ignore it.

I stared at my father, looking for any hints in his expression. It seemed as plain as ever though.

'I got an email from your coach. He chose to put you forward for the school to take part in a three week handball training camp, somewhere up north.'

'No way? Just me?'

'Yup. C'mere son, I'm proud!'

He pulled me into a hug and there was that smell. Did he really think I was that stupid? The most na‹ve person on the planet could tell what he had been up too. It did feel comforting being held so close though, like when I was a kid, and I found myself holding on a little longer than was deemed normal. God I need a sex life! ***** I arrived at the camp two weeks later, and definitely felt nervous, but at the same time I was trying to focus all my energies on the sport. Handball was only thing I really thought I was any good at, and I wanted to prove myself.

All the campers stayed in small wooden cabins in the forest area. I was assigned to Kali Lodge and after trekking over there I discovered nobody else from my cabin had arrived yet. After sorting my stuff out on what seemed to be the largest bed (I'm medium height but I like my space), I decided to go for a little stroll.

Arriving at the large, main courts, I felt a lot of pride. The school I go to is relatively poor and we could never afford anything as big as this. I looked across to a group of guys already playing.

That's when I saw him. His distinctive bone structure, his long muscly legs and his dark brown bangs, all illuminated by the floodlights. It was the angry guy from the game a few weeks ago. He didn't seem to have cheered up though, still yelling at people and spitting on the ground.

I don't know how long I stood there watching those guys, but after a while they called me over and I joined them. He didn't seem to recognise me, but we shared a brief exchange after the game.

'Hey you played us a few weeks back. Remember you thrashed us?' I asked him, noticing his sharp green emerald eyes reflecting the light.

'Ah yeah'

'I expect you already know everything they'll teach us here!' I joked.

'Yeah.' He said, with no sense of irony at all.

'Anyway, see you around.' I said, as I walked away, feeling a bit awkward as a result of his non-responsiveness.

'Bye.' He replied a few moments later.

I returned to the cabin to find a small boy with curly brown hair in there. He must have been about 13 or 14.

'Hey, I'm Jake.' I exclaimed, trying to be as polite as possible. I didn't want to spend 20 days living with people that hate me.

I stuck my hand out, feeling a bit over formal.

'Hi, I'm Ryan' He chirped. Someone's balls haven't dropped, I immediately thought.

'Is anyone else here yet do you know?'

'No I don't think so. I'm guessing that's your stuff, right?' He gestured at my bags, thrown across my bed. I thought I'd left it neater than that.

'Yup that's all mine.'

'Cool. Well I'm going to go check out my friend's cabins. See you around Jake'.

He jumped off the bed and as he passed me, I was shocked as I smelt that same smell I always got when my parent had just fucked. No. No, he's way too young. No.

I sat down on my bed and the only thing that crossed my mind to do was to have a wank.

It was a relatively good one. Most likely due to the fact that anyone could have walked in and seen what I was doing. I grabbed some tissue from the small bathroom and wiped myself up.

I laid down on my already cum stained bed and considered what the three weeks here might bring. I had an odd feeling that it would be good. Not just good, but great. We'll see.

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