Date: Sun, 02 May 2021 13:29:38 +0000
From: silverhaireddad <silverhaireddad@protonmail.com>
Subject: Tommy & Terry--Work Buds--Chapter 2

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It had been almost two weeks since Tommy had watched Terry beat his huge
meat. He still recalled almost every moment of that evening, from the
initial grope of his own hard teen cock by Terry, to watching Terry's
foreskin slide up and over his cockhead repeatedly before he shot his
copious load. This recollection resulted in several solitary masturbation
sessions when Tommy felt horny, always wondering if he'd ever get the
opportunity to see Terry's hard tool again.

It had been really busy as Tommy continued his work in the warehouse, and
he didn't run across Terry, who was apparently working evenings, for
several days. At the end of one day, shortly before Tommy's shift was over,
he went into the men's room to wash his hands before heading home. As he
was soaping up at the sink, the door opened and Terry walked in.

"Hello, big boy," Terry said with a smile. "How have you been?" Tommy kind
of blushed as their experience from a couple of weeks ago flooded through
his memory. "I'm good," said Tommy. "Making progress in the warehouse." "I
imagine you are," replied Terry. "I'll have to come out and visit you again
sometime. I've been working evenings, so haven't been around while you were
here." Tommy flushed even more as Terry mentioned the possibility of
another warehouse visit. "I figured as much," said Tommy.

Terry stood next to Tommy as he finished rinsing off his hands and dried
them off with paper towels. "All clean?" asked Terry with a smile. "Yeah,"
Tommy said with a chuckle. Terry grabbed Tommy's right hand and placed it
over his crotch. "Then feel this," Terry said with insistence. Tommy
couldn't resist squeezing as his hand felt the lump in Terry's
pants. Terry's big cock responded to Tommy's touch. "Next time I want you
to do it to me," Terry said, looking Tommy directly in the eyes. If it was
possible to blush even more, Tommy did so. Terry reached down and felt
Tommy's crotch. Not surprisingly, just this short interaction had given
Tommy an instantaneous rock-hard bone, which Terry squeezed and stroked
through Tommy's pants. "Yeahhhhhh," said Terry as Tommy moaned from the
stroking. "We have to get together again soon." More might have happened
right there, but the door opened and two other workers came into the men's
room. It was the end of the day, and they were getting ready to leave. They
were not at all suspicious of Tommy and Terry standing next to each other
at the sink, and both moved over to the urinals to pee. Terry said "good to
see you, Tommy. Have a good evening." Then he walked out. Tommy threw his
paper towels into the trash can and followed him. As Terry walked down the
hall in the opposite direction from Tommy, he kind of turned his body, gave
a big grin, and made the universal jackoff sign with his hand. Then he
turned the corner and was gone.

Tommy could have shot in his pants right at that moment. He was simply not
used to this kind of open sexual banter, and his teen peen took every
advantage to remind him how horny he was 24/7. Luckily, he was walking in
the opposite direction toward the exit and was able to control himself as
he walked into the parking lot towards his car. As he sat in the driver's
seat, Tommy surreptitiously reached down and squeezed himself. He was still
hard. (It was almost always hard!) Tommy knew he'd relive the conversation
he had just had with Terry when he beat off before bed. (And he did.)

On Friday of that same week, Tommy finished his work, washed up, and
stopped by the main office to pick up his paycheck. Surprise! Terry was
picking up his paycheck as well. He smiled at Tommy, and waited a few steps
away as Tommy got his check. They he said, "would you mind giving me a ride
home? I've got to work this weekend but I wanted to get my check so I could
deposit it in the bank." "Sure," Tommy replied. "If fact, if you wouldn't
mind driving by the bank on the way, I can deposit my check." Tommy
realized he could do the same thing. As they walked out to the parking lot,
their banter was just the normal banter two co-workers might have at the
end of the week. Terry didn't try anything. He just sat in the passenger
seat and Tommy drove to the bank. They got to the bank in time for both to
get out, go inside the lobby, and make their deposits. When they had done
so, they walked back out to the car, and Tommy drove toward Terry's
apartment. When they got there, Terry said, "want to come up for a soda?"
"I've got to be home in time for dinner," said Tommy. "You will be," said
Terry.

As they entered Terry's apartment, Tommy headed for the same chair he had
sat in a couple of weeks ago. Terry was in the kitchen getting the
sodas. When he came into the living room, he said "come over here and sit
next to me on the couch." Terry placed Tommy's soda on the table in front
of the couch. Tommy changed locations, sitting next to Terry. He reached
out for his soda as they talked about work, just normal conversation. About
halfway through their sodas, Terry leaned back on the couch and groped
himself openly. "You know I want you to do it to me," he said
lustily. Again, Tommy blushed and mumbled, "Maybe sometime I will."
"Haven't you ever done it to someone else before?" Terry asked. Tommy's
blush brightened. "No," he said softly. "Let me show you how," Terry said.

He reached over and groped Tommy. As one might anticipate, just sitting
together on the couch had given Tommy a boner. Terry unzipped Tommy's pants
and stuck his hand inside, feeling Tommy's throbbing cock through his
underwear. "Undo your belt and pull your pants down," commanded
Terry. Tommy stood up and did so. He sat back on the couch, his pants
around his ankles and his teen boner pushing out the front of his
tighty-whiteys. "Pull those down too," insisted Terry. Tommy stood up
again, pulled down his underwear, and sat back down. Terry reached over and
started feeling Tommy all over his crotch, juggling his balls, running his
hand through Tommy's pubes, and finally wrapping his fingers around Tommy's
cock, starting that up-and-down motion that every guy is familiar with. The
sensation was incredible. It was one thing to be groped through your
pants. It was quite another to have someone else's hand on your naked cock,
stroking it. Tommy couldn't help but moan as Terry continued to
stroke. "See? It's really easy. All you have to do is the same thing you do
to yourself," said Terry as his hand continued its ministrations. Tommy was
shuddering from the pleasure. He wasn't able to say anything. He just
looked down at his teen crotch and watched as Terry's hand continued to
stroke. "Doesn't that feel good?" asked Terry in a whisper. Tommy really
couldn't reply, as his pleasure was so great. He simply thrust his crotch
up into Terry's grip. "Yesssss....enjoy the pleasure. Your cock feels so
hard. I love beating it for you," Terry cooed. Not surprisingly, it didn't
take long before Tommy felt that feeling he loved so much
approaching. "You'd better stop now," he said haltingly. "No, I want to
make it shoot," said Terry in reply as he continued stroking. "No, I mean
it, it's going to happen," Tommy said with some urgency. "I know," said
Terry. "Let it happen." Tommy groaned loudly as his body stiffened. His
cock got even harder (as if that was even possible) in Terry's stroking
hand. Tommy quickly pulled up his shirt and his last moan was guttural as
his cock exploded, shooting teen cum all over his stomach. Tommy's eyes
rolled back in his head from the feeling. Terry continued to stroke until
every drop of white-hot cum had shot from Tommy's tool. Tommy kind of
collapsed on the couch. "Hold on just a second," said Terry softly. "Let me
go get a towel."

Terry left and Tommy sat sprawled on the couch, his stomach covered in
cum. The feeling was incredible bliss--better than it had ever been when
Tommy masturbated himself. Terry was soon back, and he took the towel and
gently wiped off Tommy's stomach. He wrapped the end of the towel around
Tommy's still half-turgid penis and squeezed gently, trying to get any
remaining cum out. Satisfied that most of Tommy's splatter had been cleaned
up, Terry leaned back and took a look at the sight before him: a
sixteen-year-old boy, freshly orgasmed, and totally satisfied. "That's how
you do it to someone else," said Terry kind of matter-of-factly.

As if awakening from a deep slumber, Tommy suddenly woke from his bliss and
became aware that he was almost naked. His stomach and crotch were visible
to Terry's eyes and he felt a wave of embarrassment take over. He stood,
kind of shakily, and bent over, pulling his underwear and his pants back
up. "Wow!" he exclaimed. That was an understatement. Tommy stayed standing,
looking down at his crotch, which, admittedly, was still a bit
protruding. "I think I've got to go," Tommy said. "That's fine," said
Terry. "Thanks for letting me do that." Terry knew not to press the matter
any further this time around. Tommy was still on `another planet,' having
been freshly jacked off. Terry would try and get Tommy to return the favor
next visit.

Tommy walked toward the door and Terry followed. "Thanks for the ride to
the bank," Terry said. "No problem," replied Tommy. "See you later."

Tommy left, and Terry returned to the couch. He picked up the towel and
sniffed deeply. The odor of fresh teen cum was overwhelming. In fact, Terry
could still see some of the white strands on the towel. He quickly shucked
his own pants and underwear, working his tool into a frenzy as he beat
himself off. In less than a minute, Terry had completely relived what had
just taken place, and his own cock began to feel like he knew Tommy's had
felt just a few minutes ago. He spread out the cum towel on his stomach,
lean back, and blasted his own load on top of Tommy's. His moans were just
as guttural as Tommy's had been.

As Tommy drove home, his mind was in a million places at once. That had
felt SO GOOD! Yet at the same time he was embarrassed. No one had even seen
him cum before. And Terry had MADE him cum as well! It was a moment seared
in his memory, never to be forgotten. As his thoughts cleared, he wondered
what it would feel like to stroke Terry in the same way, making him shoot
his load.

That was to happen in the not-too-distant future.