This is the beginning of a collection of story arcs that I have been working over in my head for sometime now. Let me know what you think. If it is shit let me know so that I don't waste anymore time. And now the story . . .
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"Hey Pete, Wait up!"

Peter turned around to see Samantha jogging across the grass to catch up to him. Samantha had been the ‘girl next door’ for Pete’s whole life. She and Peter had been inseparable for years. They did everything together; well, almost everything. Peter had never fucked Samantha. She always seemed to consider him more of a brother figure, even though Peter continually dropped hints and phrased most of his comments as suggestively as possible. It also didn’t help that Samantha was also one of the biggest cock teases in school. As Peter watched Samantha, he could not help but notice her barely constrained double D’s bounce up and down with every step. The closer she got the more swollen Peter’s cock became and the more uncomfortable he became. Peter pretended to sneeze as reason to avert his eyes and gain some composure over his engorged member. His maneuver had granted him the needed time.

“Hey, sweet tits! Whatcha need,” replied Peter.

“You said you’d give me a ride home today,” Sam said, “Remember?”

“Oh yeah. Sorry, you know that I’d forget my head if it weren’t attached.”

“Yep, that’s you alright. So how about it tiger? You giving me a ride home or not?”

“Sure.”

Peter and Samantha discussed their respective days’ on the ride home. They only lived a couple blocks from school so the conversation was a short one. As they pulled in front of Peter’s house Samantha leaned over, put her hand on Peter’s thigh and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks stud, I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. Maybe we could do this again sometime,” Samantha said as suggestively as possible.

With that, Samantha winked at Peter, grabbed her stuff and got out of the car. On the way to her front door, she hiked up her skirt and swayed her hips giving Peter the best view of her toned, perfect, heart shaped ass. As if controlled by a voodoo doll, Peter’s oversized cock grew to its full glory and stretched down his left pant leg. Peter quietly thanked his alarm clock for failing that morning. Since he was running late, he neglected to put on any underwear and now his cock was free to head down his pant leg instead of doubling back on itself like usual, which was excruciatingly painful. After reaching the door Samantha turned, winked again at Peter, blew a kiss and went inside.

A frustrated Peter got out of the car and limped as best he could toward his front door. As soon as he was inside, he pulled off his pants allowing his cock the much-needed breathing room. With his manhood no longer constrained in the trappings of clothing that polite society unjustly forced on him, he made for his room in search of a masturbatory session.