Grounded
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
“I don’t care how old you are. If you’re still in my house you obey my rules!” she said as she slammed the door.I heard the lock turn. I was trapped in my room. Fuck this shit, I thought as I gave the door my favorite finger salute. I was eighteen years old. How could she still think about grounding me? All because she caught me taking a shot from the liquor cabinet. That should be the least of her worries. I couldn’t wait for the end of the month when I would be off to college and out of this hellhole forever.Frustrated, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three fucking weeks, that seemed like an eternity. I closed my eyes and imagined I was already at college. I pictured my roommate to be some muscle bound jock with a tendency to walk around naked. I imagined him coming to me, desperate to keep up his G.P.A. In return for me doing his homework, I would make him pound my ass with his thick man meat.Mmmm, the thought of that made the blood rush to my cock. I could feel it pressing against my boxers. Lightly I brushed my hand over it, pressing harder when I got to the head. Yeah, the things I would do to that meathead, I thought. I imagined him returning to the dorm after a long day of practice, exhausted, glistening with sweat. He would lie down on his bed and I ...
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