Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 00:17:57 -0800 (PST)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: After School

After School
by Traumarei

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, though not too far distant from my
own experiences growing up.


Kyle had promised himself he wouldn't do it that day.

The promise lasted until he got home from school, spilling out of the bus
and into the apartment where no one was home but him, since his older
sister had moved out a year ago and his mom was at work. After a quick
piss, he flung himself into his room, dropped his backpack on the door, and
flopped down on the bed.

He was 12. He was hard.

He groaned, pulled out his 7th grade social studies book, and started to
read. A few minutes into it, he realized he was pushing his groin against
his bed as he worked. He groaned again and got up to work at his desk,
adjusting himself so that his hardon was a little less uncomfortable.

Kyle persisted for another 10 minutes or so. Finally, he realized he wasn't
even seeing the words in front of him. Instead, his mind kept flashing
pictures of boys in the locker room after sixth period gym class. Some of
them were naked. The picture he just couldn't get out of his head, though,
was Chris and his grin. There was something in the way the other looked...

Kyle suddenly realized that his hand was pressed against the front of his
pants, rubbing up and down through the denim that covered his hard cock. He
sighed, and admitted to himself that he wouldn't be able to think about
anything else until he had jacked off.

He stood, leaving the book on his desk, and grabbed a box of kleenex. Lying
down on his bed, he unzipped his pants. In a single motion, he pulled his
pants and underwear about halfway down to his thighs, freeing his
erection. It stood at about a 45 degree angle from his stomach. Next, he
pulled his shirt partway up so that his stomach was uncovered. He flexed
the muscles in his cock so that it bobbed up and down, and giggled. Then,
carefully, he wrapped his hand around it and squeezed. He gave a sigh of
bliss at the good feelings that flooded through him.

Kyle had discovered masturbation about a year before. Several months before
that, his mom had given him a pamphlet about puberty and changing
bodies. He'd been embarrassed but intensely interested, and had spent a
fair amount of time looking at his own body parts--the penis which
(according to the pamphlet) would start growing soon; his nuts, which would
make the juice that started babies; his armpits, which would start to grow
hair and which he noticed had started smelling gross when he went too long
without a shower. Then one day in the bath, he'd been playing with his
penis. Actually, he'd forced his erect penis to fold into his ballsac, then
cupped his hand over it and massaged until a really great feeling
came. He'd immediately realized that this was an orgasm, and he'd had been
hooked.

Since then, the longest Kyle had managed to go without masturbating was
just a few days. Over time, the feelings just kept getting stronger,
especially once he started shooting shortly after he turned 12. The first
few times, only a few drops had come out. Now, he would get several small
jets of liquid. For the last several months, he'd been jacking off at least
once every day.

He squeezed his cock a few more times, then let go. During the last year,
he'd grown a lot, just like the pamphlet had said. Now he was more than 4
inches long when he was hard, and he was starting to get a few hairs down
around the base of his penis. He pulled them out straight. They were almost
two inches long.

The pamphlet had said that almost all boys masturbated. Looking at his
cock, he wondered whether any of his classmates masturbated yet. He
imagined Chris jacking off, and started squeezing his cock rhythmically. He
stopped himself. He didn't want to come just yet. Partly it was because he
wanted the good feelings to last longer. Partly it was so he could pretend
that he was going to stop sometime before he came, though he almost never
did.

He knew that by his age, boys were supposed to start being interested in
girls. That's what all the boys talked about in the locker room, though
actually he was pretty sure that most of them were bullshitting. Thinking
about girls was just weird to him, though. Kinda gross. He didn't like to
think about his mother or sister having sex at all. But he couldn't seem to
stop thinking about boys when he was feeling sexual these days, which
seemed to be just about all the time. He'd heard one of the other boys say
once that all it took was a good stiff wind to get him hard. That's how he
felt. And everytime he got hard, he couldn't seem to stop thinking about
boys. That was one reason he wanted to stop jacking off so much, until
things changed and he started thinking about girls more.

Besides, he was pretty sure that he was oversexed. The pamphlet had said
that masturbation was okay, as long as you didn't do it too much and make
it the center of your life. It didn't say how much masturbation was too
much, but he was pretty certain he was doing it more than he should. Times
like this afternoon, he couldn't seem to think of anything else.

Finally he'd had enough. He was getting impatient, and wanted to come. He
grasped the base of his cock with his left hand, then moved his right hand
so that the tip of his third finger was pressed against the underside of
his cock, just underneath the head. There was a narrow, tightly stretched
ridge of skin running from the front of his cockhead down to where he
supposed his foreskin had been attached. He rubbed up and down that part a
couple of times, until it got too sensitive. Then he started to make small
circular motions with the tip of his finger, as it pressed up into the
loose skin about a quarter inch down from his cockhead in front.

Within half a minute, he could feel that he was on the edge. His finger
moved faster, while he drew in a breath and held it and his whole body
clenched up. One foot started flexing and unflexing. A picture of Chris
flashed in his mind, naked and hard, stroking himself just like Kyle as he
grinned. Then it hit, three thin jets onto his stomach.

As soon as Kyle felt the orgasm wash over him he stopped stroking. More dry
spasms came, and he pushed his hips into the air to heighten the sensation.

Finally it was over. He wiped himself off with a couple of kleenexes. Then
he tossed them in the trash beside his bed, pulled down his shirt, pulled
up his underwear, and zipped up his trousers, feeling a bit down and sleepy
as he usually did after a great cum.

Kyle's eyes drooped, and he lay on the bed for about 20 minutes, half
asleep, while his pulse rate fell back to normal and the tingling in his
body slowly faded. Finally, about a half hour before his mother would be
getting home, he got up and started working on his homework again.

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Kyle jacked off two more times before he went to sleep that night, once
sitting on the toilet before he took his shower, the last time in bed,
wiping up the few drops of cum with a damp washrag he had brought back with
him after his shower. Afterwards he sniffed it, noticing that it smelled a
bit like the bleach his mother used washing white clothes in the
laundry. He smiled.

Dropping off to sleep, he told himself he would do better the next day and
show better self-control. He would show that his willpower was stronger
than his cock and the forces of puberty. He would show that he wasn't gay.
But he knew he was lying.