Part One: Morning
"Come on Ryan, time to get up!" he heard his mothers irritating voice though the door.
"Yeah," he replied, extremely unenthused. As per usual, her timing was spot on, right in the middle of a wank.
Ryan had woken almost fifteen minutes earlier, sporting the infallible stiffie.
He had thought about getting up and taking a piss, but found his right hand had made its way to his hard shaft. Soon the need to piss had been replaced with one of desire.
Lying on his back, Ryan felt his eyelids closing and instinctively his body adopted the pose most comfortable and functional for the task at hand. Legs pulled back and spread apart, creating a tent with his doona, allowing him plenty of room for the ensuing action and also keeping any cum off the bed linen, (that was the theory anyway).
Next, Ryan pulled his dick out through the fly of his flannelette pyjamas.
Through his mind raced images of some of his classmates engaged in various sexual acts with himself and each other.
Ryan envisaged Justin, a hot looking boy in his form, ploughing his arse doggie-style, as another two boys stood facing him, alternatively forcing their cocks into his mouth.
By this time Ryan was pumping his shaft furiously. He loved the feeling of his foreskin massaging the sensitive head of his cock, which was now well lubed with precum.
Ryan wanted to groan out loud, but was quick to realise that this may draw unwanted attention, instead he continued to breath deeply.
Sliding his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead was becoming increasingly difficult, due to the rampant swelling of his member. Before long the foreskin would be forced to remain at the base of the head due to the engorged state of his dick, particularly the crown.
With his left hand Ryan reached down to tug on his balls, which were rapidly retracting up into his scrotum. Ryan knew that this was a sure sign that the inevitable was not far off.
It was at this point that his mother's voice transgressed Ryan's blissful state, forcing him to take a reality check.
Ryan glanced over at his radio alarm clock, which showed 07:17. He realised that he still needed to take a shower, (as he had been to tired the previous evening), and have breakfast, before leaving at 08:00 to catch the train.
Ryan also knew that to continue wanking would be risky, as his mother was not known for her patience, and a second reminder from her would most likely see her barging into the room to open the curtains and attempt to draw back his doona. It wouldn't be the first time.
Whilst these thoughts went through his head his hand remained on his cock, which was still quite hard.
"Ah, fuck it," muttered Ryan to himself. Easier to finish this in the shower, he thought, although he would have preferred to stay in bed.
Once Ryan had swung his feet to the floor and was standing up, he tucked his semi- erect penis beneath the elastic waistband of his pyjamas so that it was standing up against his belly, and pulled the shirt down over the top of the pants.
This was a trick that Ryan had devised some time ago, due to the necessity which affects all horny teenage boys.
Just as Ryan reached for the doorknob, his mothers resounding voice echoed from the other side.
"Yeah, yeah," grunted Ryan quickly, he stepped slightly back as the door opened inwards.
He was greeted by his mothers smiling face.
"Good morning Sweetheart."
"Morning Mum," Ryan replied.
"Sleep alright?"
"Yeah, great."
"Alright then, off into the shower with you."
"Yep, that's what I intended," replied Ryan somewhat sarcastically.
With that he walked past his mother and continued down the long hall to the bathroom.
He felt a slap on his arse and turned to find his mother grinning, "that's for being a cheeky son!"
Ryan said nothing and continued to head for the bathroom.
Once inside, Ryan flipped on the radio, which was tuned to his favorite rock station, turned on the hot tap in the shower and whilst waiting for the hot water to move up through the pipes, moved over to the dunny to take a much needed leak.
Ryan noted that his dick had now fully deflated and had fallen back down inside his pyjama pants. He finished relieving himself, discarded his nightwear in a heap on the floor, adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the shower.
"Ah yeah," sighed Ryan as the warm water cascaded down over him.
Almost instinctively he let his hands drop down to his genitals.
"Oh yeah," breathed Ryan, his cock responding without hesitation, and before long was again quite rigid.
He thought to himself as he looked down and stroked himself, `seven inches', not bad for someone whose just turned sixteen. (An interesting observation for anyone who has had minimal contact with other males).
It did not take Ryan long to recapture the sensations achieved earlier. Ryan was jerking hard with visions of wild ecstasy running through his head.
His foreskin once again became locked behind his cockhead, and each time his fist moved over the sensitive head, his body was overcome with an intense shudder.
A small moan escaped his lips.
Ryan's cock was protruding at a right angle from his body, his hairless ball sack now sitting tight against his groin.
He attempted to pull his balls down, in an effort to relieve the pressure. Instead, he only proceeded to pull his foreskin back tighter, causing minor discomfort.
Standing there under a luxuriant spray of warm water pulsating down over his young, smooth body, head tilted slightly back, eyes closed and the deep breaths synchronised with his stringent hand movements, his passion overcame him.
With one almighty guttural moan Ryan cut loose, jets of cum came pistoning out of his engorged member, firing onto the glass shower door. Wave after wave of sweet, hot boy jism came splashing out against the glass panel.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," moaned Ryan, as each down stroke of his cock produced yet another jet of semen.
As the orgasm began to subside Ryan had to steady himself as he felt weak in the knees and lightheaded. In an attempt to return to "situation normal", he reduced the water to a more tepid setting.
After standing there briefly, Ryan caught his breath and once again returned to a lucid state of mind.
As he surveyed the damage, he noticed that there were copious amounts of cum running down the clear glass shower door, down his legs onto the tiled shower floor and not to mention his hands and cock. This was the part he hated.
Soon there was a loud knock on the door, followed by his fathers frustrated voice, which was attempting to compete with the radio, "Are you almost done Ryan? I need to use the bathroom and I don't want to be late for work Hurry up and get a move on!"
"Won't be a sec Dad," yelled back Ryan.
It suddenly occurred to Ryan that not only did he have a considerable sticky mess to contend with, he hadn't even begun to shower.
"Shit shit shit."
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