Once, from the bushes, Jimmy had seen Mrs. Tremayne sunbathing in her back yard. Oh, what a glorious sight! She had been rubbing suntan lotion into the flesh of her inner thighs and he had whipped his prick out and shot his wad on the first stroke – and then kept right on jerking away until he came a second time, spraying the sticky cum all over the leaves and branches and fertilizing the grass with the deluge.

Walking bent over, to conceal his hard-on in case anyone happened to be looking, the horny teen went back to the line of thick bushes and neatly spaced trees. He was hidden from sight in the undergrowth and could beat his meat with impunity in the dappled greenery.

He moved along until he had a view of the bathroom window of the Tremayne house. She didn't seem to be in there. He was saddened and disheartened. He vowed to wait for a while, hoping to catch a shadowy outline of her body before he jacked off.

But his cock was raging with need.

He decided he would jack off once and, then wait. If he saw her behind that opaque window, he was damned well certain that he'd feel like beating his cock off again. He knelt down on the grass and opened his fly. His cock rushed out like a steel spring uncoiling, the cock knob glistening and dripping. It was, Jimmy knew, a big cock. He'd compared it to the cocks of the other guys his age, in gym class and in the showers, and his prick was as big as any and bigger than most. It was as long as the prick on the center on the basketball team, even – and that athletic teen was almost seven feet tall. So Jimmy was very satisfied with his big fucker.

If only he had some soft, hot, juicy place in which to empty his desperate and lonely fuck tool! He folded his fist around the hilt and began to stroke his cock up and down in a steady rhythm.