Visiting Sam

After finishing cleaning up after eating a light lunch, I found myself just zoned out on the couch, basically just staring at the ceiling. After some time at this, the old feeling that creeps up on tons of teenage boys around the world slowly approaches, and I catch myself idly playing with my semi-hard dick through my pants without even thinking much about it. I pull out my member, a part of me I'm very proud of. While not the biggest, it extends about six inches or so from my body, is relatively thick, and looks really nice, too. No ugly veins, it's circumcized, and overall is just a really nice looking cock compared to those I've seen online or in the locker room. Lightly tugging on it, I come to full hardness in a short while. Soon, I'm beginning yet another JO session on the couch in the living room.

Not content with just imaging sexual images, I roll over to the coffee table and grab my smart phone. Confusingly and frustratingly, a large, forboding message is on my notifications screen, "EMERGENCY CALLS ONLY", and where there's usually four or five bars indicating signal, there's simply a red X. Did my folks not pay the phone bill, or something? To make things worse, our home internet is done through a hotspot from our cell provider, so that means zero internet access at my house. A wave of anger washes over me, all but killing my erection. Won't be getting off any time soon, at least not easily, it seems.

I am able to laugh to myself a bit, as my first instinct was to call my parents and ask what the deal was. Thing is, not only are they probably a hundred miles away at this point, but I don't have any service to make calls in the first place! Over my ruined masturbatory session, I collect myself a bit, and figure I could just walk down to Sam's house to get ahold of my parents, or see if he's having the same cellular service issues. They could just be working on the tower or something, for all I know.

I head down the block, enjoying the cool evening air as I go. I pass a fairly attractive new neighbor of mine, a MILF for sure. She couldn't be older than her mid-thirties, and she's out walking her three big dogs. There's just something about a woman in workout gear with their ponytail sticking out of their hat that really turns me on, especially when their tits are bouncing due to being nearly dragged along by some huge Rottweilers.

Finally arriving at Sam's house, I can't help but once again take note of how much larger it is than our own. Where we have a three-bedroom, they have a five. Where we have a carport, they have a two-car garage. The list goes on. Sam, and by extension the Wilson family, have never been prudish or looked down their nose at us, and that's also not to say that I've ever done without. Still, there's that twinge of jealousy any time I see their house.

Walking up to the front door, I give the bell a ring. Sam answers, wearing basketball shorts and a band T-shirt. Sam stands a little over my height at 6'1" or so, and is a well built guy all around. His light brown hair is cut neat and short, and compliments his smooth shaven face quite well.

"What's up, man? Your phone not working, too?" Sam says, clearly suffering from the same issues as me.

"Yeah, I figured they forgot to pay the bill or something. I guess a tower is out, then." I reply, walking inside.

"Damn, yeah and we just changed internet providers. It'll be like a week before they can come set up our new router and shit." says Sam.

We chit-chat for a bit, discussing some way of communicating with our parents, or at the very least trying to find out why our cell phones aren't working. Just as we're gathering change to head out and find a payphone, there's a knock at the door. Sam opens it, revealing a man in a uniform for our cell phone company. He asks us if our service is out, and of course we tell him yes. Apparently, some jackwagon driving a semi-truck managed to completely wipe out the tower. It'll be over two weeks before we have any kind of cellular service! The man assured us that we'd be compensated, and gave us the location of a few pay phones nearby.

Wonderful. Absolutely no internet access for at least a week, and even then it'll just be WiFi over at Sam's house. No cell phone service for at least two weeks, either. Sam and I figure we'd better go tell our parents, just in case they need something or try to get ahold of us.

We make the short walk around the corner to an ancient payphone booth, and surprisingly there is actually a dial-tone. We both call our parents, and while they were frustrated with the situation, there's not much they could do. They aren't cancelling the trip or anything due to a short lapse of communication on our end. They did, however, remind us that we each have some family close by in case of an emergency, and they might even be popping in from time-to-time.

Finally done with updating our respective folks, we head back to the Wilson residence, and we both plop on the couch. I had almost forgotten about the 75" television the family owned, surely the doing of Sam's father for football and the like. Along with that is an entire sound system, making for a theater quality experience without the discomfort of sharing a viewing with dozens of other people. It suddenly dawns on me that we'll be able to play video games and watch movies on this bad boy!

We spend the rest of the evening watching some old Simpsons reruns on our local cable station. I can tell Sam is just as frustrated with this whole no internet no cell phone thing as I am, but I think we'll live. Besides, some time not buried in our phones could actually be pretty good for us, I suppose.

When it starts getting late, we say our goodbyes and head home. Walking in the door, I make myself a quick snack, take a shower, and get into some comfortable clothes. Ignoring the stiffy I'm sporting, I finally get to sleep.