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When I was a young teen, the song Stacy's Mom came out. I watched it on repeat, but not for the woman. I watched it for the sexy barely pubecent boy, shown shirtless and jerking off in a music video right on MTV. I was in closeted gay heaven. I watched the video on repeat, making fantasies in my head. 20 years later, I decided to write down one of those fantasies. I hope you enjoy.
Stacy laughed at me as my faced blushed red. My 4-incher quickly deflated to its 1 1/2-inch flaccid self. Mr. Smith didn't even budge, his eyes closed. I finished mowing the lawn and he barely mentioned it.
Stacy and I decided to go sit on the couch and watch some music videos on MTV. We rocked our heads to the music. Stacy was glued into the tv, but I noticed her father enter the kitchen behind us. Mr. Smith bent over to sweep up something off the floor causing his shorts to go tight across his ass. The sight of his strong muscular body flexing as he bent over made my cock engorge. In my head I imagined Mr. Smith climbing up on the counter wearing a sexy leather outfit, dropping to his knees, swinging his head around. Grabbing a pole and humping his tight groin against it. I imagined that I was the pole. I wanted him so bad. My imagination ripped his shirt off revealing his masculine chest. I needed him bad.
The next day was Saturday and Stacy had invited me over to go swimming. Stacy had to go upstairs to change into her suit. I decided to use the restroom before getting into the pool. There was a window that overlooked the pool. I glanced out and noticed that Mr. Smith was swimming. I dropped my suit to my ankles and started stroking my already hard cock. I looked out the window and Mr. Smith was staring me right in the face. He started to emerge from the pool. I kept wanking, my hand furiously running up and down the length of my 4-inch torrid pole. Mr. Smith's tight euro style trunks were untied and loose in the front. He held the sides as he stepped up the stairs to the pool. He was tan all over as he slowly let the trunks fall revealing a massive 8-inch sausage hanging between his legs. His heavy balls swung underneath. He was completely soft, but he never broke eye contact, just staring right into the window as he climbed out of the pool.
My hand must have reached Mach 5 as it stroked my rigid member. My inevitable climax quickly approached when Stacy opened the door. I was past the point of return, my thin barely pubescent splunk exploded from my impossibly hard cock striking the back of the toilet and the wall. Stacy quickly shut the door, but not before catching a glance at my boyhood.
I waited a few moments using the toilet paper to do my best to clean up the sticky mess. I looked out the window and Mr. Smith was gone.
When I exited the bathroom, Stacy laughed at me commenting, "You boys are always so horny."
I laughed it off, she couldn't possibly know what had just transpired.
To be continued.
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