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Tommy and Terry 4
You know, most sixteen year olds don't have a lot of sexual experience. Some, for sure, have been sexually active for a while, but most live in a world of fantasy, fueling those fantasies with masturbation.
Tommy had been among the "most," until his interactions with Terry from work. First, Terry had told him about watching one of the managers masturbating in a bathroom stall. That had stoked both of them into hard-ons, but nothing more than talk happened. Then, Tommy took Terry home from work during a rain shower, and Terry proceeded to grope Tommy and then jerk himself off while Tommy watched. The second time he went over to Terry's apartment, Tommy himself was masturbated by Terry's stroking hand. That experience stimulated several other solitary jerk offs by Tommy to himself. Then one night when Terry was working the night shift, Tommy stopped by the office--which was abandoned except for the two of them--and for the first time, Terry had Tommy stroke him off. After Terry had shot his wad all over the floor, he told Tommy to beat off and shoot his load on top of Terry's. Tommy couldn't help himself, and Terry stayed turned on while he watched his sixteen year old buddy beat his meat. However, even after both had cum they were still hard. Terry instructed Tommy to pull his pants down and spread his legs. While watching his teen buddy, Terry beat his meat again while watching Tommy's cock continue to throb. Terry then insisted that Tommy beat off a second time. Tommy's throbbing boner insisted he beat it as well, so he did. But before he shot his second load, Terry knelt down and took Tommy into his mouth, replacing Tommy's hand with wet suction, and providing Tommy with his first blow job! That, too, was the fuel for a number of Tommy's subsequent beat off fantasies.
So, in reality, Tommy was getting a good bit of experience for a teenager!
Though Tommy masturbated every day, he didn't really see Terry that often. Tommy's work was part-time, and their two schedules didn't always coincide. Tommy, however, simply couldn't forget--nor had he re-lived--that exquisite feeling of being sucked off. Though he had no fantasy-fueled desire to do the same thing to Terry, he wanted to feel what it was like again to shoot his teen cum into a hot mouth.
So one afternoon, when a school event was canceled, Tommy drove by Terry's apartment, his cock throbbing as he recalled that hot wet feeling. Terry didn't have a car, so Tommy couldn't tell if he was even at home by looking in the parking lot. Regardless, he stopped, parked, and walked up to Terry's door, knocking lightly. At first, Tommy didn't hear anything, then he heard a slight rustle by the door, which opened. Terry, his face partially covered with shaving cream, smiled his lascivious smile, and said, "hey, what are you doing here?" Tommy kind of stammered that he was driving in the neighborhood and thought he'd stop by to say hello. "Well, come in," Terry said with delight. "I'm actually working at night tonight, so I'm getting ready, but you are welcome to visit for a few minutes."
Realizing that he probably wouldn't get "that feeling" again today, Tommy kind of relaxed and entered Terry's apartment anyway, sitting in that first chair that had introduced him to being groped. Terry was in the other room finishing his shaving, and they chatted at a distance about work, and Terry asked Tommy about school. Terry came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch across from Tommy as he put on his shoes. "Are you going to come by and visit me at work tonight?" Terry asked, with an inquisitive and somewhat naughty look. "No, I can't," said Tommy. "I was supposed to be at a school event that got canceled, but I have to go home for supper and to do my homework." "Okay, that's fine," said Terry. "I understand. Another time, I hope." "For sure," said Tommy with a nervous grin.
Terry glanced at his watch. "Do you think you might be able to drop me off at work on your way home?" he asked. "Sure," said Tommy. "Thanks. I appreciate it. That gives me a few extra minutes," said Terry. "A few extra minutes for what?" asked Tommy. "To watch you beat off," said Terry matter-of-factly. "That's why you stopped by, isn't it?" Tommy's blush had to be obvious as he stammered but couldn't really reply. "I'm already dressed for work," said Terry, "but I want you to pull down your pants and beat off for me like you did before." Tommy was almost shaking as he contemplated what was being asked. Terry was more insistent. "I don't have that long," he said. "Beat it for me. Come on..."
Tommy sat as if in a trance. Terry stood up and walked over to the chair. "Stand up," he ordered. Tommy stood. As Terry reached down and began to grope Tommy's crotch, Tommy got instantly hard. Terry unbuckled Tommy's belt, then unzipped his pants. He pulled down the pants, uncovering Tommy's quivering teen cock inside his tighty whiteys. Terry groped him some more through his underwear. "Pull those down for me," Terry asked in a whisper. Tommy lifted the front of his briefs over his rock hard cock, standing at complete attention as only teen cocks do, and pulled them down to his knees. "Now sit down and beat it for me," said Terry, kind of pushing Tommy back into the chair. "Tell me how good it feels while you stroke yourself."
As Tommy sat back in the chair, his hand naturally went to his crotch, grabbing his turgid cock and starting to stroke. "Yeah, that's what I like to see," whispered Terry. "Beat it for me. Tell me how good it feels." Tommy's stroking pace quickened, though he remained silent, still somewhat in a trance. Terry asked again, "how does it feel?" Tommy replied with a shudder, "good." Terry kept whispering to Tommy. "Do you like beating your meat while I watch? Does it feel good to jerk off for me? Will you do this for me anytime I ask you?" Tommy's breath caught in his throat as he whispered back, "yes." "Stroke it faster," instructed Terry. Tommy's hand did as he was told. `Tell me..." said Terry. "Oh, it feels so good," said Tommy in gasps as he masturbated. "Are you going to beat off for me anytime I want you to?" asked Terry again. "Yessss...." said Tommy. "Tell me when you are close to shooting your wad," said Terry. "Okay," whispered Tommy. "Tell me again," insisted Terry, "do you like beating off while I watch?" "Yessss..." answered Tommy again. "Then I will definitely ask you to do this again, and you WILL do it when I ask, do you understand?" whispered Terry again as Tommy continued to jerk his fat hard teen cock. "Okay," said Tommy.
Terry reached down and ran his fingers through Tommy's teen pubes and he rubbed Tommy's lower stomach. "Does that feel good too?" asked Terry. "Yessss..." replied Tommy. The whole situation had Tommy right on edge. His body started to tense up, his stroking grew faster. His muffled groans indicated a wet teen orgasm was close at hand. "Stretch your legs out in front of you," said Terry. Tommy did as told. Terry reached behind the chair and grabbed a roll of paper towels. He tore off several and draped them over Tommy's stomach. "Shoot all over this," instructed Terry. "Okay," said Tommy. His stroking pace was now frantic. "Tell me how it feels," insisted Terry. "So good, so good," said Tommy as his orgasm grew closer. "Shoot for me," whispered Terry.
Tommy did not disappoint. It's a good thing that Terry had draped those paper towels over Tommy's stomach. Shot after shot of steaming sixteen-year-old cum sprayed over the towels as Tommy finished up his teen orgasm, finally collapsing back into the chair. "Good, good, that was so good," whispered Terry in Tommy's ear as his orgasm began to subside. Terry grabbed another paper towel from the roll and covered Tommy's still-hard cock, squeezing it to capture the last of the liquid from within. Tommy tensed again at the feeling of Terry's hand, and it added another layer of feeling to the cum session.
"I'm going to keep these paper towels, wet with your cum, and I'm going to beat off in them later when I get home from work," said Terry. Tommy's softening cock pulsed a little when Terry said that, another bead of cum involuntarily surfacing. Terry reached down with his finger and pinched it off, licking his fingers. "Good boy," he whispered. "Good boy. Now I need you to pull your pants up and take me to work. But I want you to remember that you will do this for me anytime I ask you, okay?" Again, Tommy involuntarily shivered. "Yes," he replied.
Tommy pulled up his pants, kind of straightened himself up, and looked at Terry. "You did good," said Terry. Tommy kind of blushed a smile.
"And you will do it good every time I ask you to do it, understood?" Terry was insistent. "Yes," replied Tommy.
The short drive from Terry's apartment to the office only took a few minutes. Just before Terry got out of the car, he once again instructed Tommy. "Reach over here and feel me." Tommy did as told. Terry was half hard. "I'm going to beat off into the paper towel you used when I get home, okay?" "Yes," said Tommy, almost able to picture that.
"See you later," said Terry as he got out. "See you later," replied Tommy. He drove off, realizing that he'd have to do that again for Terry. What would that be like?