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It’s
like every night with this kid. Very distracting…not that I’m into guys or
anything. Ok, I did the teen “experimenting stuff, like most guys. You know,
show and tell, a little measuring… all natural. But even if I was gonna look
at some guy, it wouldn’t be this horny kid next door.
What’s
weird is that he leaves the lights on! When I was that age, the last thing I
wanted was lights when I was… busy. Why doesn’t he just do his business
in the dark, like normal people?!
Can’t
believe I’m still standing here. I know Lanette’s gonna come looking for me,
I stay back here too long. But it’s like trying not to look at a horrific
accident. You know you shouldn’t but still…
Hmm,
I’ll give it to the little snot, he’s got a pretty decent body. At least
from the small portion I can see. I guess if I move over here…. yeah, got a
better angle. Ok, I’ll give it to him, he’s got some definition. All
natural, it seems, not the kind you’d get from working out. Besides I’m just
seeing his lower chest, stomach and… that. The little brat’s jacking
off with his pants still on, his shirt raised above his stomach. Gonna make a
mess if he’s a real squirter.
What
am I saying? Where’s that magazine Lanette sent me for? Searching the room I
spy the Essence and make a hasty retreat.
Ok,
I swear it’s been every day this week now! And like a moth to a flame I’m
pulled to the back room. I was sitting in the living room enjoying a game and I
kept getting that thought in the back of my head…’bet he’s back there
jacking off again’.
I
know its lame but I came back here under the guise I’m checking the color of
the room. But for real, I am planning to repaint this room. Lanette’s been
bugging me anyway. I’m looking at the bland Eggshell White walls and sure
enough, the horny bugger’s going at it.
He’s
like
...“I’m
sorry. I’ll close the blinds from now on,” He says, walking around me.
“No
biggie,” I said, following him. For some reason I’m a little let down by his
decision. “Yo, we all do it,” I added. He paused, hand on the door.
“You
too?” He says, his back to me.
“Sometimes.”
Now I’m feeling uncomfortable. His hand is still on the doorknob but he’s
not opening it. We stand like that a few, my heart in my throat. Then he quietly
says,
“It
was mostly an experiment.” Turning to face me, he’s wearing a look of
frustration. “Marcus is talking one time and this nigga says he blew all on
his face and shit.” Shaking his head, he drops his shoulders.
“How
far yours go?” Whoa, caught me off guard! Hunching my shoulders I cautiously
submitted,
“I
don’t know. Maybe to my shoulder...if I’m hot enough.” Crestfallen, he
lowers his head. Maybe he’s just competitive or naive, or both, but this seems
important to him.
“It’s
not that big a deal,” I say, patting him on the shoulder. “You’re young.
You get older, it’ll probably go further. Besides, I bet you’re not properly
stimulating yourself anyway.” At least, from what I see.
“Stimulating
myself?”
“Yeah.
Like...do you use porno?”
“Don’t
have any.”
“Well
see? A dude’s gotta have something to get him hot.” He seems heartened by
this so I continue. “And there’s things you can do that’ll make you more
stimulated.”
“Like
what?” Aww shit, I’m sorry I even said anything now!
“I
don’t know. Like playing with your nipples... or...your balls.” I can’t
believe I’m saying these things.
His
eyes lighting up, he suddenly blurted, “Will you show me?” Aww hell, things
have gone upside down crazy now!
“Show
you?” Stepping towards me, his eyes intense, he casually moved his hand over
his groin. The little sex freak’s hard! And he’s readjusting his solid
growth! More uncomfortable than ever, I almost stepped back.
“Yeah,
you can do it and I’ll watch and then I can see what you’re talking
about.”
“Aww, no... I don’t think...”
My
dick hardening, I remembered how hard Malik’s bat got. Emboldened, I heard
myself say,
“Just
take it out.” He blinked, a blank stare on his face. Guess I’d caught him
off guard. After a few awkward moments he sat his drink down, his hands shaky as
he fished inside his shorts. He’s actually doing it, I thought, rather
surprised. Looking around, I spied the opened window.
“Wait!”
He froze, his hand inside his shorts. Looking up, he watched as I walked to the
window, closing the blinds. His hand still inside his shorts, he chuckled.
“You’re
like an exhibitionist or something,” I chided, sitting once more.
“Not
really,” He said, pulling his lengthening boy tool out. Laying it atop his
shorts, he explained, “I just be forgetting it.”
My attention focused on his growing dick, I hardly heard what he was saying. What was it about this kid’s flagpole that pulled me so? By the time he’d grown fully erect, I too had a bulge in my pants. Staring at it, I hadn’t planned on my next move...