It was a silly plan and he knew he could never get away with it. He could never even try, but it was exciting to think about. As Bob amused himself with these thoughts, he heard the sounds of lust starting up again. He grabbed his rising cock and pumped himself off to another orgasm to the beat being generated in the next room.
He would have to get laid pretty soon, he knew, or he would go crazy with horniness. There and then he promised himself to devote all his energy to getting fucked. He would ask every girl he knew out, and try as hard as he could to crack the crack barrier. That was a comforting thought, and as he d00fted off to sleep he successfully prevented himself from remembering that he'd made that same promise to himself a dozen times before without any result.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning at breakfast Bob was sullen. Call had disappeared sometime during the night, but the memory and jealousy remained. Pat noticed her son's mood but didn't comment on it-probably because she suspected what might have caused it. She always tried to muffle her sounds of sexual joy when fucking at home, but she was never able to and she knew the walls were thin.
Summer vacation had started and Bob was looking forward to his freedom to get his car on the road. He'd saved enough money to buy a ten-year-old car with a blown engine, but he had no doubts that he could have it running and on the road by August.
As soon as breakfast was over, Bob went out to the yard where his car sat. There was a line of engine parts sitting on the ground to be cleaned and put back together. Before starting to work, Bob stood there and looked at his dream machine. It was a bit rusty around the edges and it needed a new convertible top, but he would have it on the road by his birthday and then he would have girls hanging off him.