Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2018 23:55:27 +0000
From: Jim B <jimmyb23@hotmail.com>
Subject: Moving in with my New Family Chapter 1

Note: This story begins with a solo-experience, but later chapters will
involve sexual encounters between family members including adult-youth
situations. For those who are uninterested in themes involving incest and
intergenerational relationships, please do not read later chapters.

Moving in with my New Family
Chapter 1: New Beginnings

I am really nervous about moving day. My mom and her boyfriend got engaged
and now we're moving in with Mike and his twin sons, Paul and Jerry. I
don't really know much about them because they haven't been seeing each
other that long. They also spend a lot of time together without "the
kids". It's not a big deal because, I'm a freshman in high school, and
Mike's two are a bit older.

Tomorrow is the big day where we leave our small apartment and move into
Mike and the twins' house. It's also in the neighboring town, so I'll be
starting a new school mid-way through the year. Between changing schools
and moving in with strangers (more or less), I'm having a hard time staying
calm.

At 15 years old, I spend a lot of time easing my erections. It turns out
that it's also a good way to relax, even if only for a moment after. Lying
in my bed, I'm already feeling another one coming on. I've already
jerked-off three times today. Once when I woke up with an aching hard-on
that the phrase "morning wood" doesn't even begin to cover, then right when
I got home from school I needed to rub one out after my erection wouldn't
go away while walking home, and the last time was after dinner when, for no
reason, I chubbed-up and kept having to rearrange myself at the table.

I pull back the blanket so that I'm only covered by my sheet. It's warm
tonight, so the ceiling fan is gently moving the air around and creating a
little bit of white noise. I reach down and use the palm of my hand to push
down on my growing member. At first, I push slow and a little hard. Part of
me is hoping that I can just go to sleep despite the urge to drain my balls
for the fourth time today. My cock is throbbing and pushing back against my
hand indicating that it's not going to be ignored and needs to be taken
care of.

I've started sleeping naked, a recent development so that it's easier to
slip my hand under the sheets and bust one out. Tonight I'm pulling the
sheet back and grab hold of my dick and start tugging at the foreskin. My
foreskin comes just over the tip of my head, and I often like to start my
sessions by pulling on it letting the skin rub my glans.

By this time, my stiff meat is straining so hard it almost aches. I pause
for a moment to grab the ruler I keep under the mattress. I've become
obsessed with measuring my cock lately. I stand the foot long piece of
plastic up on my pubic bone and note that my cock just hits the 5"
mark. It's not huge, but feels pretty good for being only 15.

I drop the ruler and get back to "business". I close my eyes and continue
stroking while thinking back to this morning's interaction with Danny. You
see, I also have realized that I like boys a lot more than girls and I will
go through a lot of effort to try to get a look at the other kids at
school. Danny is a senior at my school that I often see in the boys' room
in between classes.

The boys' room at my school is kind of old and doesn't have dividers
between the urinals. On my very first day, I went in to piss and saw that
the room was fairly crowded and mostly with the upper classmen. From that
moment, I made it a point to go in to relieve myself everyday just before
lunch. Danny was a frequent visitor and even at some point asked me why he
always saw me there. I replied "Well, I see you here all the time too."
This just made him chuckle and he moved on.

I became infatuated with Danny from the first time I saw him. He's on the
water polo team and has the most perfect, muscled body. When standing at
the urinal, I watched him as he unzipped the fly of his short, dug his hand
deep into his underwear and hauled out what had to be the biggest cock
ever. Granted, I haven't seen a lot of them at my age, but he held his soft
cock with three finger and more than half of it hung over. When Danny is
done, he always gives his monster a violent shake sending me over the edge.

I'm gripping my cock harder and the stroking becomes faster and faster. My
aching dick is ready to explode remembering this morning where Danny was
already at the urinal when I got there. He had his cock in one hand and his
cellphone in the other texting someone. There are only three of them, and
he was in the middle. So I moved-in on the urinal to his left. He didn't
seem to actually be pissing, but while completely immersed in his texting,
he was slowly stroking his expanding dick. Seemingly with an absent mind he
had his hand completely wrapped around the gigantic piece of meat between
his legs. His his thumb couldn't even meet his fingers, the thing was so
thick. Immediately, my cock was twitching too. Danny's cock became fully
hard while he continued to stroke away.

After what seemed like an eternity, he put his phone away and realized that
he had been jerking himself while standing there. He also noticed me
staring at his engorged, throbbing cock and turned red with
embarrassment. He quickly stuffed himself back into his shorts and moved to
the sink to wash his hands. I turned away, also embarrassed, but continued
to sneak glances as I finished up. Danny finished washing his hands and
continued to adjust the rock hard thing stretching the fabric of his
shorts.

In my minds eye, I could see his final adjustment had resulting in a bulge
stretching across his upper thigh making it look like he had a pipe in his
pocket. I also noticed a relatively small, but fresh wet spot where the
head of his cock was and realized he was leaking pre-cum. Moaning and
writhing around on my bed, it wasn't long before the stiff 5-inch dick I
was stroking starting shooting thick gobs of cum across my abdomen and
chest. A couple of spurts even hit me in the neck and face.

Still breathing heavily, but starting to recover, I take a bit of the white
juice into my mouth while reaching down to grab something to wipe the sweat
and cum off of my body. I pick up my boxers and do a better job smearing it
all over me than actually cleaning up. It's too late to take a shower, so
it'll have to do until morning. At least, taking a few minutes to rub one
out calmed my anxiety enough to actually go to sleep. Tomorrow, I move in
with my new family and start the next chapter of my adolescence.

Next Chapter: The New Men in my Life

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