Breaking-And-Entering To Jerk Off In My Best Friend's House

Growing up in one of the northern suburbs of Chicago, I figured out that I was bisexual long about 8th Grade when I started having sexual fantasies about my best friend that I'd known since 4th Grade. I'd seen him naked for the first time in the showers after gym class, and he had what seemed to me at the time a really big cock. He was so large on the slack that he found it difficult to keep his balls tucked inside of his jock strap! Needless to say I had no such difficulties. My friend's sister was in high school and two years older than us, and I had a thing for her, too. Long brown hair and long legs. She really made me hard whenever she was around wearing her little denim cut-offs.

My bisexual fantasies, all wrapped up neat and tidy inside one little family unit. I never had sex with my friend (although I tried many times to seduce him by walking around in front of him in the nude), and I never had sex with the sister. But I did do one weird thing in the fall of the year we graduated from college. I was already working, living alone in my first apartment, and my friend was in Law School. On a trip to visit him at school one weekend, he had me drive him to the campus library and drop him off; his car was in the shop and he needed to get some homework done. He handed me his keys and carefully walked me through each key on his key ring (he had several), and I made a special "mental note" of the one belonging to his parents' house. After dropping him off at the library, I swung by a local hardware store and had two copies made of my friend's house key.

Now why would I do this?

Because I knew that his parents were going to be vacationing in Mexico the next month, and his older sister lived in Detroit. His parents lived on a dead-end street that was very secluded with no neighbors directly across from them. So it would be very easy for me to park my car in a nearby subdivision, walk down the dead-end street, and enter their house with nobody seeing me. I knew that they didn't have an alarm system, and this was back in the day before high-tech gadgetry that could monitor or videotape the house while they were gone. I would turn my friend's house into my very own sexual "fantasy playground" for masturbation purposes!

I ended up doing this each and every day that my friend's parents were in Mexico. I'd strip naked in their foyer, leaving my clothes in a pile in the entryway. I'd walk around the entire house in the nude, imagining my friend or his sister there with me. I masturbated everywhere--on top of their dining room table, on their kitchen counters, on top of their kitchen table, on their living room sofa, in dad's favorite easy chair in the family room, on the hood of their car parked in the garage, upstairs in every bedroom. I even took a nice hot shower in the master bathroom and ejaculated all over the master bathroom sinktop. I had a large dildo that I'd brought along with me, and I used Crisco Shortening out of their pantry for lube. My friend's bedroom was in the basement; he slept on a pull-out sofa bed. I sat on top of his bed riding the dildo, making believe it was my friend's long hard cock fucking me good.

I've never told anybody about this until now. Strange stuff, right?

By Anonymous

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