Gary's Hard Night
The following is a fictional standalone story about a 15-year-old boy, Gary Boston, who wants to get high and get off... HARD! The frustration and anger in his loins boil as he struggles to get his sweet orgasm. Comments and questions are gratefully received at JamesJenkins4253@proton.me.
© James Jenkins 2020
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Gary's Hard Night
By James Jenkins
The TV lit confines of his bedroom the #1 favorite spot Gary Boston took pleasure in after long boring hours at school. The illuminated darkness always seemed to give him some peace as he laid in his bed on a rainy November night, aimlessly scrolling through Facebook mobile posts. The stressed youth yearning to let the pains of the day melt away. The Hentai photos he currently ogled at were the right relief on his wild drive all week. The inside of Gary's room had the smell of gym socks and Dorito chips, the furnishings no less distinct and bold as any other teen. If Gary had been longing for a night of privacy, tonight couldn't have been more than he bargained for. Hell, it was so chill with his parents out staying at the In-Laws house, Gary didn't know if he was imagining whispers coming down the hallways.
Licking the palm of his left hand, Gary slid it beneath his pair of large blue Under Armor briefs while flipping through the list of online friends, some of them guys he found incredibly attractive. Pushing his black shorts and briefs down, the big-boned yet handsome brunette boy exposed his chubby slack cock which Gary took in hand, gently massaging it as he continued admiring the friends and classmates who often gave him boners in between classes.
Not so much satisfied with looking at photos, Gary laid his black Samsung Galaxy S10 down on the bedside table. Scratching his head before rubbing circles along the beer belly he was mostly known for while the grip around his cock tightened, Gary laid his head back and closed his eyes, letting all sense of self merge with the awesome thrill only a good hand job can provide. He paused when a switch flipped in his head and another great idea came to mind, causing a mischievous grin to widen on his full face. Turning on his left towards the drawer, he fumbled around until he claimed just what would make a night like this worthwhile. A flame colored weed pipe and a plastic bag of pot he bought off a local gangster whom he did a few runs for here and there. Stuffing the bowl full, Gary pulled out his lighter and set the grass alight. The aroma made his toes curl in excitement. Pressing his lips at the head to breathe in the overwhelming smoke, Gary kept stroking up and down on his impatient cock. Mouth gaping before biting his lower lip, the Bad Boy cleared his throat as he felt the lax piece of meat start to get aroused. Strokes growing faster as Gary inhaled more of the mind-blowing weed, he thought back to being in the locker room after P.E. the sight of most of his pals and other upperclassmen fueling the dirty feverish fantasies that would playback in his mind night after night. Visions of boys' nude, half nude, showering and in horseplay all had Gary squirming the more his manhood stiffened, and the rest of his body floated mid-space.
Chest heaving in sync to his moans, Gary's mouth hung open picturing each fine ass which lay bare, just begging for him to bust their cherries. Switching hands, Gary didn't allow himself any mercy as his warm cock was now more like a rock in his palm, but still gave him sweet chills. Spitting into his right palm, he brought his hand down along the sausage and breathed in another drag of pot sending a sick euphoric wave throughout his system. Brain muddled to the dual sensations, Gary's huge cock and hyperactive mindset were lifting him higher to Nirvana. Still, he was no closer to climax. Switching hands again, lusting after his best buds inaudibly groaning. Only small hums sounded the more Gary fingered and jacked off, wanting to command his body to give up every thick ounce of cum he'd been saving for tonight.
He wasn't too far from the peak now, even as he cursed out mentally at not having the epic orgasm he'd expected. Wiping his sweaty brow clean with his forearm, the bowl now all but empty, Gary was glad to have enjoyed the weed while his cum evaded him. Lightly squeezing his balls in a gesture of sympathy, Gary picked up his cell phone again and looked through the available contacts. A smile teasing on his lips as he thought about talking one of his pals into some one-on-one video play. No doubt they would explode over it as much as he hoped to-this time around.