Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 06:02:24 -0800
From: todd masters <todd@anonymous.to>
Subject: Tommy Home Alone

The continuing story of Tommy who, in Brother's Teacher, was taught by his
older brother how to jack off.

*****

Since Matt had introduced him to masturbation the previous morning, twelve
year old Tommy hadn't been able to get the idea out of his mind.  Matt had
said that jacking off would make him less horny for a bit but, for Tommy,
it seemed to have had the opposite effect.  All he could think about was
the intense pleasure he had gotten from his dick and the memory of his
brother's own jerking as he played the role of teacher. That night he had
resisted the urge to do it again, despite his cock standing up stiffly
under his sheets, but this morning was a different matter.  His Dad was at
work and his Mom had taken Matt to play hockey. Tommy knew he had the house
to himself for at least the next three hours.

As soon as his mother and Matt had left, and Tommy was sure they were clear
of the house, he locked the doors and hurried upstairs.  On the way to his
room he stopped off to collect a bundle of porn mags from where Matt had
them stashed in his nightstand.  Then he went into his own room and closed
the door behind him.  His heart was already beating quickly with excitement
and a little nervousness at somehow getting caught.  The front of his jeans
was pressed out by his turgid cock, which had been standing up since he had
seen his mom's car leave the driveway.

Tommy quickly closed the drapes and turned the lights on.  Then he opened
his closet door and stood in front of the full length mirror to examine
himself.  He was a slim, good looking boy, about five foot two inches tall,
with dark hair, brown eyes and clear skin. He knew he was lucky not to be
troubled by the pimples which already affected some of the more mature of
his class mates.

Tommy directed the light towards himself and pulled his Bulls shirt over
his head.  He immediately lifted his arms and stepped closer to the mirror
to look for the armpit hairs which he was wishing would arrive. There
wasn't much sign in his left pit but, under his right arm, he found a
couple of short dark hairs, which he stroked gently. Tommy then turned his
attention to his chest and stomach. All the sport he had played this summer
had begun to show in his physique. Tommy could see the beginnings of muscle
on his chest and in his biceps. He turned slightly sideways to admire his
tight, flat stomach and lightly tanned skin. Tommy ran his fingers over his
chest and stomach and drew in his breath sharply at the unexpected pleasure
which the slightly ticklish sensation caused. He traced his fingertips over
his nipples which immediately stood erect and which somehow transmitted
pleasure to his other erect part. Untaught, Tommy tentatively pinched his
nipples and was rewarded wi!  th a throb in his penis in response to the
sharp pleasure which he evoked.

Running his fingers softly down his smooth sides once more, Tommy gently
undid his belt, popped his buttons and slid his jeans down his legs. His
legs were long and brown and slender, although he was pleased to see that
his developing body no longer had the puniness of younger children. He
examined his legs for hair and found some new, darker hairs growing on his
lower shins. Tommy then ran his fingers up his left leg, over his knee and
up his inner thigh towards his tight, white Jockeys. As his touch moved up
his thigh, he was sure that he could feel his balls jerk upwards in
response to the erotic sensations.

Tommy turned sideways to the mirror and admired the outline of his stiff
cock in the taut cotton of his jockeys. He liked the way that they bulged
outwards in a gentle curve. Tommy also liked the way that his balls formed
a nice, rounded bulge below his cock. He even turned round and bent
forwards with his legs apart so that he could look at the outline of his
balls from behind. Turning back around, Tommy traced the outline of his
balls with his fingers and enjoyed the extra excitement which this
produced. He then ran his fingers up the length of his cock, feeling it
jerk beneath his touch. He could clearly feel the outline of the sensitive
head of his erection, which felt so stiff he thought he could snap it in
two.

Tommy hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his shorts and slid them down
his legs. He was amused by the way that his trapped hardon was pulled
downwards and then, released, sprang back upwards to slap against his
groin. Again stepping closer to the mirror, Tommy intently examined his
pubescent genitals. He ran his fingertips through the crescent of dark,
curly hairs which had recently appeared at the base of his penis, and then
gently took hold of his testicles, which were hanging loose in his scrotum
in the warm room. They felt to be about the size of pecans or maybe walnuts
as he softly rolled them between his fingertips. When he gently squeezed
them, Tommy almost sighed at the wave of pleasure which he produced.

Tommy now turned his attention to his dick, which was standing straight out
from his body with a slight upward curve in it. First of all he turned
sideways to look at his erection and at his balls hanging low beneath
it. Then he gently peeled back his foreskin to look at his cock with the
head exposed. As he slid the skin back, he felt the first hard pang of
pleasure in his cock and noticed a small drop of clear liquid appear at its
tip. Tommy liked the look of the swollen purplish red hed of his cock and
the feelings caused by sliding the skin back and forth a few times with his
fingers.

Highly aroused by his performance in front of the mirror, Tommy gathered up
Matt's magazines and lay down on his bed. He lay on one side, head resting
on his left arm, leaving his right hand free to turn the pages. One by one
he looked at the pictures of the naked women exposing themselves for the
camera. His hand dropped down onto his throbbing cock and he held it and
gave it occasional slow strokes as he stared at the images. He turned the
page to find a selection of the magazine readers' own stories and found
himself particularly turned on by the ones in which people's youthful
experiences were described. As he read about how one man had showed his
best friend how to jerk off when they were boys, and how this had led to
them blowing each other, which was a possibility which Tommy hadn't yet
considered, he began stroking his erection faster and more vigorously.

Soon Tommy turned onto his back and moved his legs apart so that he could
have greater access to his boyhood. He held and squeezed his balls with his
left hand as he rapidly jerked his cock with his right. All the while,
Tommy imagined the possibility of introducing Steve, his best friend, to
the joys of wanking and wondered just how far such an introduction could
lead.

Tommy took his cock in a firmer grip. Making a ring out of his finger and
thumb, which he clasped just behind the head of his cock, he pulled his
foreskin back and forth. Occasionally, as Matt had done yesterday, he spat
on his hand to add extra slipperiness to his movement. Before too long he
felt a sudden increase in his excitement and in the sensitivity of his
glans. Tommy was also aware that, despite his warmth, his balls were no
longer jiggling with each stroke but were drawn up tightly at the base of
his cock.

With a few more strokes, Tommy felt the mountng pleasure explode within
him.  Waves of feeling radiated from the head of his cock and he carried on
rubbing as his whole lower abdomen began to throb. Grunting and moaning
softly, Tommy pushed his hips up off the bed in ecstacy as four brief
spurts of cum lept from his cock. The contractions of his muscles were so
hard that Tommy spattered his body with semen right up to his chin.

As his climax slowly passed, Tommy lay panting on the bed, still gently
massaging his dick which was beginning to lose some of its hardness. He
squeezed it a few times and watched, through half-closed eyes, as a couple
of thick gluey drops of cream formed at the tip and rolled onto his
hand. After resting for a few more minutes, Tommy took a wad of Kleenex
from his nightstand and set about clearing up the sticky mess which he had
made. As he struggled to wipe all the droplets of cum from his body, Tommy
was suddenly struck by the amount of paper he was going to get through if
this was to become a regular habit. He decided to ask Matt how he had
avoided raising their mother's suspicions.

When he had finished, Tommy hauled himself from his bed and pulled his
clothes back on. He gathered up Matt's magazines, not noticing how he had
folded his own semen in between two of the pages, and set about putting
everything back to how it had been before. Already Tommy was thinking about
the next time and wondering whether he should try it again in bed that
night.