Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2011 10:21:11 -0800
From: jswalker24@gmail.com
Subject: By Himself

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	The boy was sitting on the edge of the couch, slouched, with his
legs dangling over the edge. His bare feet tapped the soft fabric as he
kicked back and forth softly.
	The hem of his t-shirt had pulled up past the elastic band of his
shorts, revealing a small pink band of skin, just shy of showing his belly
button.
	His eye line skimmed over his midsection, parallel to his rising
chest, his soft tummy, his hanging legs.
	There was nothing good on TV and he was flipping through the
channels when he felt it had started again. There was a gentle rise in the
fabric of his green shorts, then finally a small bulge that blocked his
view.
	There was nothing on so it didn't mattered.
	The little tent in his shorts blocked the view of the television.
He stopped kicking his feet and looked intently at the straining green
fabric.  He could feel the pressure on himself and just wondered why it got
like that.  All the time now it would just get hard.
	His little penis.
	He put down the remote and, keeping the same position, used both
hands to gently lift up the elastic band. The shorts stretched away from
his soft skin and made a small cave into which he looked.
	There, bent against the cloth, was his hard dickie.
	The shaft was smooth and the foreskin tapered to a little tip that
was smushed against his shorts. He looked at it with his large brown eyes
for a minute then lifted higher and shifted to hook the elastic band
underneath his little balls.  They smushed up against his hard dickie and
made the whole thing bend toward him; his foreskin now free to stretch and
the outline of his little glans could be seen.
	He laid his hands at his sides and just stared at his little
penis. It would move as he breathed in and out and he pulled up his white
shirt to tuck it under his chin as he watched.
	He saw his stomach move up and down, his innie belly button move up
and down as he breathed.
	He took his hand and pinched the tip of his foreskin. His breathing
stopped as he gasped from the feeling. His little tummy tightened for an
instant, betraying the shape of the muscles that would soon develop in
full.
	He kept pinching until the tingling passed then moved his fingers
down his shaft, gripping just under the head.  He pulled down his foreskin,
slowly revealing the darker glans underneath.
	The tingling grew again as he skinned it, but his breathing kept
on. He bottomed the tug, his foreskin sitting behind the ridge of the
little tip; then moved his hand back up, the little hood sliding over to
once again cover the sensitive tip.
	His breathing had increased now and for a moment he considered
stopping... but he wanted to feel more.
	He once again pulled back his foreskin, and took his other hand to
the tip of his penis. Touching the soft head felt like nothing he had ever
felt, even in the shower it didn't feel this good.
	He used his thumb and two fingers to gently squeeze the end and he
shivered at the sensation, his toes flexing back.
	He left his thumb there and gently rolled his foreskin up again,
the little finger getting trapped underneath and making the skin pull
tight.  His breathing became erratic as he slid his thumb out of his
foreskin, pulling the stretchy skin out and gasping as it released with an
almost audible snap.
	There was a small sheen of sweat now covering the boy and he stared
at his penis which twitched as his foreskin returned to its normal shape.
	The boy bit his lip and taking his penis in his hand, pinched and
pulled his skin back at the same time. The sliding over the sensitive tip
felt so good he put the skin back and pulled it down again.
	and again-
	and again-
	Tugging back the skin then sliding it forward, again
	and again-
	His legs flexed against the couch, his heels dug into the
upholstery, his other hand grabbed a fist of cushion and his stomach rose
and fell with his deep gasps. He pulled back his skin again.
	and again-
	Feeling the tingling rise within him.
	again-
	and again-
	and again-
	Then it was all too much! He clenched his eyes shut and his toes
curled.  A small yelp escaped his lips as he pulled back on his foreskin
one last time to be greeted with an explosion emanating from his penis. He
trembled as the feeling made him feel everything and nothing at the same
time. His mind blank except for the ecstasy.
	As he returned to earth he opened his eyes to see a glistening drop
of fluid on the tip of his penis.  He touched it with his finger, just
before his foreskin returned to wipe it away.
	The little drop sparked on the tip of his finger and he snaked out
his tongue to gently lick it from his hand.
	He smiled at the small sweetness he tasted and retrieved the
elastic band of his shorts from under his little nuts.  He lifted the band
over his now wilting penis and replaced it on his slim waist.
	He tugged down his shirt again, but it still left a small band of
pink skin visible, just underneath his innie belly button.
	He started kicking his little bare feet softly against the couch
and picked up the remote, trying to find something good on TV.