The Towne household was quiet — so quiet, in fact, that Tim felt uneasy as he stood in the hallway outside his parents' room and listened. He wondered now if it was sate, and his pulse quickened as he thought about what awaited him in the basement playroom of his family home.
The faint sound of his father's mores came to him through the closed door and he felt the excitement spread from his chest to his cock as he recalled Craig's words: "It's too much, fucking and sucking and… well, you'll just have to see it for yourself!"
Tim took a deep breath and stepped with care onto the carpeted strain, his hand finding the cool rail in the darkness. As he descended the strain, the thought tugged at him again that his sister, Judy, had not yet returned home. A year older than Tim, she was allowed far more freedom outside the home a fact Tim often took exception to, feeling it unfair. Judy was seventeen — soon to be eighteen — and though she was the oldest, Tim often had the feeling that she looked up to him, despite his own sixteen years.
Slowly and carefully, Tim felt his way to the basement door, turned the knob and stepped into the darkness of the stairwell. As he closed the door behind him, he was tempted to turn on the light, but he cautioned himself it could be seen if someone were to walk through the dining room to the kitchen beyond.
It was cold in the basement, and suddenly Tim wished that he had worn something besides his pajama pants. He chilled as he felt his way down the stairs in the darkness, the cold steps rough against his bare feet. Finally, he came to the last step and felt his way along the wall until he bumped into the counter of the bar his father had built the year before.
Reaching over, Tim found the flashlight kept there, and switching it on, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked about the comfortably furnished basement-playroom and as the light traversed the room from corner to corner, Tim felt his pulse quicken as he stopped the beam to shine on the deep sofa where it sat against the far wall.
Quickly, he went to it and ran is hand between the cushions; his fingers touched the cool metal of the film can. He felt a light thrill go through his body to terminate at the growing cock-bulge between his legs as he though again of his friend's words when he had passed the film to him that afternoon following school.
Craig had told him the film was something "hot" and that he had found it stored in his own basement a few days before.
"It was in the stuff Mom packed up right after Dad died," Craig had told him, so they both assumed it had been the property of Craig's deceased father.
Tim's hands shook nervously as he popped open the film can and took out the large reel. He had never seen anything close to what Craig had described for him, and he felt his prick twitch as he affixed the reel to the family projector. He threaded the film, then swallowed nervously as he flashed to the light to the wall across from him and saw the silver screen already pulled down and ready for use. He flicked the switch; then as the screen glowed brightly in the white light, he started the film on it journey.