Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 8: Poor Grandma

I had four days to get my dick into shape before my next appointment. I don’t think I’ve ever concentrated that much on my dick. I felt like an Olympic athlete in training. The exercises made my erection throb. I leaked pre-cum uncontrollably. I needed to jack off, but I knew if I did, it would kill the pump. I was doing the Kegels at least five times a day. My mom had no idea why I was so uncharacteristically locked away in my room. After the last round of the day, I would finally allow myself to jack off and cum. It felt good. But nothing was changing, which was depressing as hell.

Me: (answers cell phone) Hey.

Brent: Bad news. My grandma called. She’s sick. My parents are driving upstate tomorrow to check in on her. I told them I had to study, and they said it was OK if I didn’t go.

Me: Translation. You have the house to yourself for the weekend?

Brent: Bingo. Thank you grandma. Well, honestly, I hope she’s OK and all. But yeah. The house is mine. Wanna come over?

Me: Sure. I’m down for that. What did you have in mind?

Brent: So, I was looking through my dad’s porn stash yesterday. Holy fuckin’ shit. There must have been a clearance sale at the MegaPlexxx. His collection has definitely expanded.

Me: Why doesn’t your dad use the internet like everyone else?

Brent: They share a computer. They have a joint Facebook account. My dad can’t make a move online that isn’t visible to my mom and all her talkie friends. He’s got the search history of an angel. Remember, she’s the one with all the money, and he’s no fool.

Me: Sounds like you have a major itch to scratch.

Brent: I’m not sure what it is, but my dick won’t give me any peace right now.

Me: Remember to lubricate. Don’t rub a hole in it.

Brent: Shut up. OK, swing by right after lunch on Saturday.

My time with Dr. Grant made watching porn with Brent more of a conundrum. Was I into the porn, or was I into Brent, or both maybe? I know straight guys watch porn together, and that’s normal. But Brent seemed a bit too enthusiastic about watching it together. If he had all this new material, wouldn’t that be enough to tame the wild beast? Why me?

I decided not to jack off that night. Instead, I did yet another round of exercises. My dick was in pain. But I was afraid of Brent seeing me dribble, and I figured if it wasn’t going to fly, it might as well flood.