Tuesday

Birds chirp quietly as light pours into tbe bedroom. Eyes crusty, they open slow. You had a dream last night.. a good one. What was it?.. something about.. a birthday.. mrs. Someone... as your morning routine begins it continues to be a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, almost a yearning.

As you come downstairs lisa, you mom, greets you. "Well good morning dougie, feeling better?" You nod barely listening and pour yourself some milk and cereal. Staring lost in thought out the window breakfast continues as normal. The neighbor is coming to life slowly. Kids yell.. a van starts.. Mrs. Rod comes out of her house across the street, juggling kids school equipment.. her low cut shirt visible from your kitchen..

Blow me birthday boy.

Bang! You jump startled as your mind remembered part of your dreams, knee slamming into the kitchen table. Blood rushes to your face and dick.

"Oh doug are you ok?" Lisa rushes over. You desperately dont want her to notice your boner.

"Im fine mom.. its nothing."

"Oh dear.. your face is all red.. maybe you arent feeling better yet." You nod in agreement now **** to get back to your room. Mrs. Rod's van peels down the street, you wont be able to get any more glimpses. "Head upstairs doug get some rest, cant have you sick for your birthday."

Climbing the stairs back to your room you feel a little guilt for lying. Shutting the door behind you, you flop onto your bed tugging to free your boner at all costs. With a firm grasp you start to stroke it for relief, making sure to angle away from the open window. You wish more than ever the computer was working, you bet futa just like mrs. Rod are on that website. With each stroke you try and picture mrs. Rod speaking spanish and stroking your cock between her big firm tits. As much as you try.. it doesnt feel.. right. You can tell something is wrong.

With a sigh you give up.. something in that dream happened that turned you on.. but what was it? Nothing will come back.

After a short nap you find yourself.. well, bored. It had been two days since you had been to school and without a working computer, there wasnt much to do. Stepping outside for some air the neighborhood seems tranquil. Ms. Heidis car is missing from her driveway like most of the neighborhood.

Walking around the yard you stop to admire the Madison's flowers to the right. Mrs. Madison had always been a green thumb and there yard was full with vegetation and plants of all sizes. Mom often goes over for tea to chat and bring home some vegetables. You werent sure what Mr. Madison does for a living, travels for work maybe? He is rarely around, come to think of it you dont know about their kids either.. older probably? Moved out? Dont know.

You kick a red soccer ball in your backyard, thoughts somewhere else. With a big wind up you turn, dribble, and kick the ball into the fence between yards. The ball connects with a twack! The vegetables held up right against it in the adjacent yard shake violently. Your eyes catch the shaking trellis, something.. drew your attention. Dribbling you kick the ball against it again. The trellis shakes and this time you catch a huge, thick, cucumber dangling side to side. Why was this interesting? Your mouth waters for a reason that escapes you. Winding up you kick again, this time the ball soars over the fence and into the yard.

"Ahh shit." You mutter as you rush over to the fence. You dont see it in the backyard, the amount of flowers, herbs, and plants surprised you. Sarah always had the room looking this side of the yard, while Ms. Heidis house stared into yours. You debate knocking on the front door to get the ball back but before you can a voice calls out.

"Hello?" Did someone lose a ball?