Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 00:17:57 -0800 (PST) From: traumarei 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. ################################################ 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.