Summer vacation after my first year at UCLA, my folks were busy travelling round the country on an extended college visiting trip with my sister. They were going to be gone four weeks and had leased the house through a rental agency to make a little money. I was pissed about it, because I'd been planning to make the house party-central for a month but, instead, I would have to stay with some family friends, George and Linda.

Linda traveled quite a bit and George worked from home so we had the house to ourselves all day and night except at weekends.

He was good company and fun and I was glad when we were alone together. He did have work to do, so I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible hanging out in the room they'd given me watching videos and reading.

We didn't have the internet at our house back then. (hard to remember those days.) But George and Linda did and I discovered the seemingly unlimited access to porn. So I was doing quite a lot of masturbating too.

At that age I seemed to have a never-ending need to jerk off. Everything got me hot, it seemed. I jerked off to all sorts of stuff. There had even been some gay videos. I was still a virgin back then with hardly any experience, so it all excited me, but some of the vids had inspired me to try tickling my ass while I stroked, and I found that I really liked the sensation.

One afternoon I was up there on my bed having a wank and George walked in without knocking.

I was lying there naked with some bi-sexual picture on the my laptop, beside me. I'd closed my eyes and was imagining what George's cock might look like.

He had a stocky build and looked strong. I wondered if he had a nice cock. I imagined sneaking into their bedroom and watching him fucking Linda. Imagined his cock in her cunt. It was a wild fantasy.

I was miles away in my head and didn't hear him enter. But I sensed a presence and looked up.

I was so embarrassed. I'd been lying naked with my legs apart stroking my cock and fingering my asshole. George had been watching. I jumped off the bed and down to the side away from him saying 'sorry, sorry, sorry'. I felt my face getting hot with my shame.

George told me it was OK and apologized for barging in. He said he should have known better that to burst in on a young boy with time on his hands and laughed.

That made me feel better, but I was still hiding myself down by the side of the bed and wishing he'd go away.

But he didn't.

He started asking me about what I was doing, how long I'd been at it, did I like it? Stuff like that.

I answered the questions even though they were very personal.

George saw what I had left on my screen and asked if I was gay.

"No, I don't think so." I told him.

"But that excites you?"

"Well, I guess so. It's different."

Somehow he made me feel more comfortable about the situation. He was so nonchalant about it.

He told me about a time when he'd been caught jerking off when he was a lad.

How an older man had caught him in the woods and it had ended up with them giving each other hand-jobs. George said 'and some other stuff' but didn't go into details.

That was pretty exciting. I had only just been thinking about wanking off another cock and, as he told me the story, I felt mine, which had lost its erection when I bolted off the bed, start to harden again.

My hand dropped down to my lap as I sat there on my haunches listening to George tell his tale.

When he got to 'and some other stuff' he stopped talking and came round to my side of the bed and reached a hand down.

"Come on Paulie, if you're still going to do it, at least be comfortable."

I reluctantly took his hand and he hauled me to my feet.

George kept hold of my hand and looked me up and down. My cock was stiff and I made a feeble attempt to cover it up but it was impossible. Anyway, when I tried it, George told me not to; he said he wanted to see.

He turned me around and told me I had a sexy bottom. Bent me over slightly and ran his hand lightly over the curve of it. Then he turned me back to face him. He still held my hand in his.

I hung my head down so as not to look at him looking at me but then his other hand came into my view and he took my erect penis into his hand.

"So much nicer when someone else does it for you, right Paulie?"

I didn't know, to be honest. I'd never even had a girlfriend do it for me at that point.

But it DID feel nice to have someone else jacking my cock. I mumbled something that was a reluctant agreement.

"Lay down" he told me, so I lay on the bed and he knelt between my legs, pushing them wide.

I looked down the length of my naked body and watched as he wanked me off.

He was looking up at me while he stroked my cock. And he kept up a running commentary.

"You like this, Paulie?"

"Nice to have your cock stroked, isn't it?"

"You have a sexy cock. I like it."

"Do you like it fast or slow?"

He varied the pace that he was rubbing up and down my shaft.

It all felt great and I told him so.

I laid back and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to last long.

"Cumming!" I cried out and George aimed my cock so that my cum spurted out up my hairless chest. I felt it landing on my skin as he pumped me dry.

"Mmmm so much cum, Paulie!"

I moaned a bit.

With my eyes closed, I sensed him moving up on the bed so he was laying along side me.

Then I felt his fingers running up my belly and chest.

"Did you ever taste it, Paulie?"

"What?"

"Taste your cum?"

I was surprised by the question. "No I never did that."

He moved his fingertips up my body then I felt them against my lips.