Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2016 12:02:54 -0800
From: RR
Subject: Middle School Solo

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Middle School Solo

Elis started to wake, the sunlight passing through the blinds of his
bedroom window, filling the room, making him, his eyes still tightly
closed, unconsciously turn towards his wall, away from the light. Slowly,
he was aware that he was awake, opening his eyes to see the hazy image of
his wall in front of him, closing his eyes again, still tired from his long
sleep. He moved his hand around blindly, lifting his hand and fished
between his pillow and the wall, clumsily moving his hand across the smooth
surface of his sheets. Feeling the hard, cool surface of his phone, half
buried underneath his pillow, he picked it up and held it to his face and
pressed the home button, his eyes still closed as the screen lit up. He
again slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurred from sleep, and saw
the current time: 10:27. He let his hand fall to the bed, letting gravity
pull his hand down, releasing his grip on the phone as it laid on top the
bed.

What day is today, he asked himself. It being the middle of summer, Elis
had no school and no real reason to get up early, making him loose track of
the days, most of which was spent alone at home. His brain starting to
catch up with the morning, nearing midday, Elis thought about the events of
last night, more importantly, what he watched on TV. The faint image of the
young Bruce Wayne from the previous night's Gotham appeared in his mind,
telling him it was Tuesday. Elis sighed, reluctant to get up as he had no
actual plans for the rest of the day, alone until his parents came home
later that night. An only child of two working parents, Elis typically
spent his summer days alone at home, playing videos game and watching
TV. This year, however, Elis discovered a new way to pass the time, and
unlike video games and watching TV, he definitely preferred to do this
alone.

As he lay on his bed, his head facing the wall and young body spread on top
the bed, he began his new morning ritual by firmly pressing his morning
wood into his bed, slowly rocking his hips as he felt the pressure on his
boner. A few months ago, Elis discovered these new sensations when he, on a
morning similar to this, rolled over on top of his bed, his morning
hardness rubbing against the mattress, and learned that he can repeat it by
humping his bed. The first morning, his mom called for him to get up,
interrupting his humping session, but once Elias returned from school, his
parents at work for a couple more hours, he immediately jumped on his bed,
boner ready and eager, and resumed his humping. Finding it uncomfortable to
hump in his jeans, Elis quickly unzipped the front of his jeans, his boner
tenting his boxers, and returned to the mattress. For the next several
minutes, Elis gradually increased the speed of his humping, pulling his
jeans down to below his butt, which flexed as he rocked his hips back and
forth, eventually completely removing his jeans, leaving his bottom-half
clothed only in his tight, black and blue boxers and white socks, his thin,
hairless legs between. This became his daily routine, starting the day by
humping his bed with his morning wood until his mom called from downstairs,
continuing when he came home until his dad drove up to the driveway, and
again when he went to bed. Unable to wait any longer, when his dad came
home, Elis would immediately go to the bathroom next to his room, his boner
sticking out from the top of his boxers, and jack off, instantly pulling
his boxers down once the door was closed and locked. (It didn't take long
for his dad to realize what he was doing) Taking a tight hold his 5 inches,
which jutted out below the thin strip of hair, he would thrust into his
hand, recalling what he was doing atop his bed, and begin shaking as he
felt an immense wave of pleasure throughout his body, his boner twitching
in his hand. He would typically jack off again when he was taking a shower,
sometimes twice, using his shampoo to make his boner slide more easily in
his hand, and again in his room before going to sleep after satisfactorily
humping his mattress. Over the next couple weeks, he developed his
technique and speed, moving from humping his mattress to placing his pillow
between his body and the mattress, humping furiously as the added pressure
made him feel even better.

The first day of summer, the first day he had the house to himself for most
of the day, he spent the day finding new and more pleasurable ways to hump
with his boner. Once he awoke and realized he was home alone, he
immediately pushed the blanket off of him, Elis wearing his typical
nightwear, a shirt on top and his tight boxers on bottom, and rolled over
atop his bed, his morning wood in position, and started furiously humping
the bed. Halfway through, his eyes closed as his hips thrust back and
forth, he moved the pillow from beneath his head to below his body, his
morning wood furiously jabbing the pillow. Head lying on the mattress as
his lower half did all the work, Elis moved his hands beneath the pillow
and pressed it firmly against his boner, increasing the pressure as he
continued to hump furiously. His breathing increased as he humped his
pillow, he allowed his 12-year-old voice to moan as he felt the pleasure
around his boner, knowing that no one was home to hear him. He humped the
pillow until he felt the familiar sensation between his legs, and spreading
his legs apart to hump even faster, his body jerked as his orgasm coursed
through his body, leaving him laying motionless on top his pillow. Checking
his phone, he realized the he was humping his pillow for almost an hour.
Going downstairs, still dressed in only his t-shirt and again-tented
boxers, he went to the downstairs computer and Googled what came to mind.
He pulled his boner through the front flap, stroking as he came across a
site that was full of techniques and methods on how to jack off, including
suggestions on what he could hump. He read through the site, trying to find
all he could about jacking off and humping, including the section where
other boys and men wrote about their own experiences and tips.

Going back upstairs, his boner bouncing up and down as he skipped steps, it
still protruding from his boxers, Elis looked around his room, recalling
what he read on the website. His mind immediately went back to his pillow
and as he picked it up, pressing it against his boner, he thought about how
to improve the sensation. His eyes saw his old beanbag chair in the corner,
the baseball patterned one his dad bought him years ago. The techniques
from the site fresh in his mind, he went over to the beanbag chair and
dragged it to the middle of the room, where he would have the most room.
The beanbag chair in place, Elis dropped the pillow on top and got on his
knees. Adjusting the pillow so that it was in the position Elis thought
would work best, Elis pulled the beanbag chair to him, feeling the cool,
smooth surface against his hairless thighs, and boner out, he leaned over
on top the pillow and beanbag chair, his boner against the pillow, and
pressed his legs and arms tightly around the beanbag chair, holding it in
place, and started humping. The sensation was different than he felt
before, the pillow on top the bed. The moldable beanbag chair beneath his
body gave a softer feel than the stationary bed, and atop the beanbag chair
doggy style, Elis was able to hump the pillow using his entire lower body,
his hips flexing back and forth. Taking one hand from around the beanbag
chair, Elis lifted his hips from the pillow, momentarily stopping his
humping, and put a couple fingers between the flap of his boxers, taking
out his smooth, hairless balls from within. As he returned his hand around
the beanbag chair, the indentation still there, he resumed humping,
enjoying the new sensation of his freed balls rubbing against the surface
of the pillowcase and the tightness of the flap around his balls and
boner. As he adjusted his position, his hips continuously pressing his
boner into the pillow, he felt the beanbag chair mold to his body, changing
shape as he searched for even more pleasurable positions. Atop the beanbag
chair, he furiously humped the pillow, squeezing the beanbag chair tightly
with his arms and legs as he felt waves of pleasure coarse through his
body, moaning with closed eyes as he solely focused on humping with his
boner. Again he felt his orgasm approach, humping harder and faster as he
felt it coming. He lay still as his boner throbbed beneath him, his body
twitching as he held the beanbag chair tightly. Once he was able to catch
his breath, Elis leaned his torso upward, his body erect on his knees as
his boner protruded between his legs, still twitching, and knew that the
beanbag chair was going to be one of his favorite playthings.

Feeling the warmth of the sunlight filling his room, Elis took off his
shirt, leaving him in only his boxers, revealing his thin, hairless body,
flat chest, and contoured abs. Looking around the room, he saw another item
that recently had just become furniture to him. Last year, he and his
parents went to the fair and he won a large, stuffed white tiger, his
favorite animal. On his hands and knees, Elis was about the same size as
the tiger, and before now it had just been another addition to his room,
but now he realized another purpose for it. He walked over to it, turning
it around, its rear facing him, and got on his knees to confirm it was the
right size. He pressed down on its back, checking it for support, but
realized that it would not hold his weight. Looking back at the beanbag
chair, Elis hoped that his idea would work. Standing up, he picked up the
tiger and moved it to the beanbag chair, boner bouncing as he walked, and
after making the proper adjustments, molding the beanbag chair to not only
fit between the tiger's legs, but also prop it up, the pillow still
underneath for added support, Elis smiled as he saw that the tiger could
now support his weight. Walking over to his desk, Elis picked up a pair of
scissors and returned behind the tiger. Getting on his knees and placing
his boner against the rear of the tiger, feeling the soft fur on his head,
Elis found the appropriate height and cut a small hole in the tiger, just
large enough for his boner. Satisfied, Elis tossed the scissor onto his bed
and taking his boner in his hand, slid his boner inside the tiger, feeling
the densely packed stuffing around his boner. Leaning on top the tiger, his
bare chest feeling the soft fur, the body of the tiger lowering under the
weight slightly, the beanbag chair keeping it up, Elis started humping the
tiger, feeling his boner move in and out of the tiger as the stuffing
surrounded his boner. Like his pillow, Elis moved his hands to the rear of
the tiger, placing his hands around its hind legs, holding it taut as his
hips flexed back and forth, Elis's spine visible as he leaned atop the
tiger. Feeling the stuffing around his boner forming a tunnel that his
boner made as it moved inside the tiger, Elis shifted atop the tiger to
make a new, tighter tunnel that he could hump, the previous one no longer
giving him the same sensation as it once did. Soon, he had to reposition
himself another time, the stuffing no longer maintaining the tightness
around his boner. Disappointed, but still incredibly horny, Elis stopped
humping and pulled his boner out of the tiger, contemplating what to
do. Pressing the top and bottom of the tiger's rear, seeing how rigid it
was, he turned the tiger on its back, its fixed legs up in the air, and
placed it on top the beanbag chair and pillow, the beanbag chair flattening
as Elis pressed down on the tiger's underside. The tiger's hole still in
line with his boner, he immediately placed his boner back inside and leaned
on top the tiger, atop the soft underside, which made the stuffing dense
under his weight, his boner again surrounded by the tight mass of
stuffing. Elis held the beanbag chair tightly as before as he humped his
tiger, the added pressure of the compressed beanbag chair and his weight
preventing the stuffing from becoming too lose around his boner. Elis
continued humping the tiger, adjusting his position and spreading his legs
apart for even faster humping, straddling the bean bag chair as well as the
tiger, enjoying the feeling as he rode the tiger until he had another dry
orgasm, his third of the day. Hungry, Elis went down stairs wearing only
his tented boxers and ate breakfast for lunch, and afterwards returned to
his room, removing his boxers, now completely naked, and mounted his tiger
three more times and his pillow, folded in half and his boner sandwiched in
between, twice before his dad came home, when he immediately, taking his
shirt and boxers with him, went to his bathroom and jacked off. Before Elis
went to sleep, not needing to sleep early for school, he jacked off twice
in the shower and twice while his parents slept, the grand total for his
first day of summer being 13 dry orgasms.

Since the first day of summer, Elis spent his weekdays exploring and
finding different things to hump, always looking for a new way to feel
good. Always checking the site for new and different tips, he moved his
humping session from his room to other rooms in the house. Downstairs in
the living room, he discovered even more options and possibilities in the
larger room. Unzipping the pillow case of one of the couch pillows, Elis
discovered the inner pillow to be filled with stuffing similar to his
tiger's, and similarly making a hole in the inner pillow, Elis placed his
boner inside and not only humped it, lying in different positions on and
off the couch as he thrust into it, but used it to jack himself off,
sitting naked on the couch, the TV on as he tightly held the pillow and
moved it up and down on his boner, his hips thrusting into the pillow
simultaneously. Elis's favorite couch position was kneeling on the couch,
legs spread wide, pressing the pillow against the back of the couch with
his body as his boner moved in and out of it, Elis leaning over the top of
the back of the couch, holding it as the pressure of his body and the couch
made the pillow stuffing tight around his boner, Elis moaning loudly and
sweating as he humped the pillow.

Elis's first thoughts while humping were solely on pleasure, having his
boner feel amazing before having an orgasm. But soon, he began thinking of
people while humping, fantasizing humping them for real, or more
specifically, one person. As Elis continued humping his bed, he thought of
the young Bruce Wayne, imagining being with him and humping him, or even
letting him hump him. Elis's humping continued, moving his pillow
underneath him and humping the pillow until he had his first orgasm of the
day, his morning routine of humping his bed and pillow first. Ellis got out
of bed and went downstairs to the computer, wearing only his boxers as the
midsummer heat made it uncomfortable to wear a shirt. At the computer, Elis
did not go to his favorite site, but to Google to find more pictures of his
dream boy. As he scrolled through the pictures, he pulled his boxers down,
letting them fall to his ankles, and absentmindedly stroked his
boner. Finding one of his favorite pictures of him, making the
hi-resolution picture full screen, he stood up from the computer, removing
his boxers from his ankles, and walked naked over to the couch, his boner
bobbing as he walked, and grabbed the pillow from the couch that he humped
every day. Sitting back down at the computer, he unzipped the pillowcase
and placed his boner inside the hole he made at the beginning of summer,
squeezing it tightly as he, sitting low on the chair, his bare, hairless
legs spread far apart, rapidly moved the pillow up and down on his boner,
Elis's eyes focused on his dream boy. Elis moaned as the dense stuffing
around his boner sent waves of pleasure through his body, his mind
imagining humping with the boy pictured in front of him. Naked on the
chair, Elis humped the pillow as it went down on his boner, closing his
eyes, imagining his dream boy as naked as he was, the two of them playing
with each other's boner, the both of them humping pillows on the couch and
the tiger in his room before humping each other. Before long, Elis felt his
boner start to explode as he humped the pillow, opening his eyes and
looking at his boy as he had another orgasm.

Looking at the time, he went over to the kitchen to get something to
eat. Returning, he went to his favorite site and read a new humping
technique, one that made his constantly hard boner even harder. Called the
"Pillow on Desk" technique, you put a couple pillows on top of a desk or
table, one that is the right height for your boner, and put your boner in
between the pillows and start humping. The pillow on the floor right next
to him, Elis figured that that would work as well. Standing up to see if he
was tall enough to use the computer desk, he smiled as he saw that he would
just need to stand on his tiptoes a little for the perfect height. Going
back to the tab with the picture of his dream boy, Elis picked up the couch
pillow and placed it on top the desk, to the left of the keyboard. He
immediately placed his boner inside the hole, pressing his hands down on
the pillow for pressure, and started humping it, this being the first time
he humped something standing up. Elis enjoyed the different sensation, the
feeling of his boner moving in and out only using his hips, the feeling of
his hairless balls smashing into the soft outer pillowcase. Standing up, he
was still able to look at the picture of his boy while he humped the
pillow. As only his hips were moving, the pillow pressed firmly down on the
table as his boner humped it, the sensation was not as great as when he
made the pillow ride his boner, but nevertheless Elis enjoyed the
sensation, and did not feel as if he was going to orgasm as quickly,
letting the pleasure build as he rapidly humped the pillow, fantasizing his
crush with each thrust, keeping him on edge without going over. Elis was
able to hump the pillow in this position longer than before, both from the
decreased stimulation and just humping not too long before. His breathing
became labored and shallow as he continued humping hard and fast,
occasionally taking a break of a few seconds when his legs required it,
only to resume humping as much as before. His eyes still fixed on the
monitor, Elis moaned loudly as he felt the sensation between his legs
instantly increase, and started humping even harder and faster, the desk
shaking as Elis's body thrashed furiously into it as he humped the pillow,
knowing that he had passed the point of no return. Suddenly, Elis thrust
his hips hard into the pillow, his open mouth moan becoming a loud cry as
he felt his boner throb inside the pillow, his head surrounded by the
tightly packed stuffing. Once Elis was able to think clearly, the residual
sensations still coursing through his naked body, he sat down on the chair
in front of the monitor, breathing heavily as he thought of the feelings he
just experienced, and how it was the greatest thing he had ever felt in his
life. Bringing his hand to his boner, which was still hard between his
hairless legs, throbbing on its own, he felt another wave of sensations,
moaning again loudly at the touch.

Checking the time on the clock next to the computer, Elis saw that he had
nearly two hours until his dad would come home, more than enough time for
another round with the pillow and his crush, not concerned about being
naked in the living room humping. As he stood up, the endorphins starting
to fade from his body, he felt that his legs were sore from humping on his
tiptoes. Elis wanted to hump the pillow on the desk again, but when he
tried standing on his tiptoes again, he realized that he would not be able
to maintain the position for too long, and he wanted to hump for as long as
possible and have another mind-blowing orgasm. Thinking of how to hump the
desk without tiring his legs, the desk being a little too high, Elis
thought of another surface that he could use instead, and walking to the
guest room adjacent to the living room. He stepped up to the small, wooden
table with a couple picture frames and a plant on top, and smiled widely
when he saw that it was the perfect height for him and his boner. Moving
the picture frames and plant from the table and placed them on the
floor. He easily picked up the table, his developing muscles in his arms
flexing as he walked back into the living room, placing the table in front
of the desk, directly in front of the monitor, moving the chair out of the
way. Going back to the guest room, he took the two pillows that were on the
bed and placed them on top the table, one on top the other. Excited for the
next round of humping, his boner equally excited, Elis pulled the pillows
to the edge of the table closest to him, aligning it with his boner. He
immediately slid his boner between the crevice between the pillows, moaning
softly as he felt his head glide smoothly between the soft, high-thread
count pillowcases. His boner completely inserted, his hairless thighs
against the edge of the table, he leaned forward and pressed his torso down
on top the pillows, as he did with his pillow and tiger in his room, and
turning his head to the side, facing the monitor, he looked directly into
the eyes of the boy he loved looking back at him.

Elis instantly approved his decision to use the table to hump the pillows,
it being the perfect height for him to hump the way he liked best. Elis
closed his eyes as his hips flex rapidly, his boner sliding between the
tightness between the pillows created by his weight, delighting in the
sensations he was feeling as he moaned with ecstasy. He thrust into the
pillows as fast as he could, holding the bottom of the table tightly as his
lower half quickly moved back and forth. Spreading his legs apart, he was
able to quicken his thrusts, thrusting even harder into the pillows, Elis
now no longer concerned about the sounds escaping from his mouth. Feeling
his tight, hairless balls hit the edge of the table, Elis instinctually
raised his hips slightly, allowing his balls to plow into the soft, thick
pillows. The change in position sent a sudden rush of pleasure throughout
Elis's body, making him want to feel it again. Elis stepped on his tiptoes,
the exhilaration of humping making the muscle soreness dissipate, his body
raising slightly as he furiously continued humping the pillows. Feeling
this pleasure again, even more than before, Elis allowed his body to take
control, its sole purpose to achieve the most pleasure possible. Pressing
his bare torso tightly against the table, and using all his strength to
hold himself to it, he lifted his legs off the ground, his arms flexing and
his thighs pressing against the table for support, he moaned wildly he as
rapidly humped the pillows, the sensation of not being grounded sending
waves of pleasure through Elis's naked, sweating body.

The sudden change in position made the pillows move forward on the table
underneath Elis's weight, which caused Elis's hips to move forward in order
to achieve the same depth of penetration between the pillows as before. As
Elis's hips thrust deeper, his torso tightly pressed against the table, his
bare back arched even more, making his spine more prominent on his thin,
nearly hairless body. Wanting maximum speed, depth, and pleasure, Elis
continued to adjust his thrusting lower body, chasing the sensations as he
rode the waves of pleasure, his hips buckling as he raised his lower half,
his torso nearing the far edge of the table, his smooth legs further off
the ground, his thighs resting on the outer corners of the
table. Straddling the table, Elis instantly began humping the pillows as
hard and as fast as he could, pressing the inside of his thighs firmly
against the back corners of the table, anchoring him to the table, his
thin, hairless legs hanging above the ground, midair. As his thighs were
spread far apart, the width of the table, Elis's butt clenched and relaxed
with each thrust, each thrust back exposing the tight, pink muscle ring
between his cheeks as he continued to plow his boner between the
pillows. Elis moaned loudly as he humped the pillows, the sensation of
humping on top the table, his legs off the ground as his hips furiously
thrust, was the most pleasure Elis had ever experienced before, even
greater than the last humping session at the desk just previously. Just
like that session, Elis's pleasure continued to rise without end, allowing
him to continue humping without the risk of finishing soon. Elis did not
seem to care or even notice that the table was rocking beneath him as he
wildly humped on top it, or that his moans were growing louder and louder,
his sole focus only his boner. Elis was breathing rapidly between his
moans, the constant humping and moaning making him short of breath, the
summer heat coating his young, naked body with a glistening layer of sweat.

Elis continued to hump as hard and as fast as he could, indulging in the
constant pleasure emanating from his boner, unconcerned about anything
else. His eyes remained closed as he focused on his boner and humping, the
sensation increasing with each thrust without limits, filling him with
ecstasy as he kept humping the pillows, never wanting it to end. More time
passed as Elis humped without rest, his hips instinctually thrusting
nonstop, his boner ceaselessly throbbing between the tight pillows. Feeling
that he was reaching the point of no return, Elis held the table beneath
him even tighter, pressing his thighs against the table even harder.
Getting closer, he savored the final sensations as he rode them closer and
closer to the peak, approaching it quickly, moaning uncontrollably. Knowing
that he was just at the precipice, he opened his eyes, his face still
facing the monitor, and looked longingly into his imaginary boyfriend's
eyes, and seeing those eyes looking back at him, he reached his limit, his
hips thrusting once more into the pillows, deeply. Elis practically
screamed as he felt his entire body convulse, his voice wavering as he felt
a greater sensation between his legs. He felt a new tightness in his
hairless balls, the pressure traveling quickly towards his throbbing
boner. Once at his boner, he felt the need to release the pressure, and
once he did, he moaned as his cum shot out of his boner, between the
pillows. Immediately after, he felt the pressure again and released another
shot of cum, followed by another and another, each shot making Elis
involuntarily thrust again into the pillows, feeling the cum-soaked pillows
around his boner. Elis's eyes were shut tight as he released more and more
cum, unsure of what was happening, but loving the feeling it gave
him. After shooting blanks, his balls drained after his first load, he lay
motionless on top the pillows, his spent boner still throbbing between the
pillows. Elis was able to catch his breath, his body soaked with sweat and
body exhausted from the humping marathon.

After several minutes, he felt strong enough to get up. Opening his eyes,
seeing his boy again, Elis glanced at the clock on the desk next to the
monitor and froze. Blinking several times in denial, he saw that it had
been nearly two and a half hours since he started humping on the table.
Slowly, Elis turned his head away from the monitor to look at the rest of
the room, seeing his dad standing there next to the couch, almost as if he
had been there for a while. Elis's eyes went wide when he looked at his
dad's face and remained motionless atop the table, naked, his arms still
tightly holding the table, the pillows beneath him, his boner, completely
soft from both his orgasm and being caught by his dad.

"You're gonna clean the pillows, right?" his dad asked.