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Tommy and Terry 5
Tommy remained in a half trance as he drove home. What had just happened was unbelievable. Yes, he had gone over to Terry's unannounced to see if "something" might happen. And something did, even if it wasn't what Tommy had expected. And, damn, it had felt good! But what was so different about this experience was Terry's continuing insistence that Tommy would have to masturbate anytime Terry asked. That idea was a new one, and Tommy's wonder on what that would be like kept him in a trance. Yeah, he liked to beat his meat. What sixteen year old didn't? But most sixteen year olds did that in privacy, not for an audience! Was this a new element to make his cock hard all the time? Did he really want an audience when he masturbated? How often would Terry ask him to do it? Would it be embarrassing or exciting or both?
Teen life would never again be the same for Tommy. He was discovering new aspects and possibilities about what made his teen peen quiver. It was amazing how often--out of the blue, even when least expected--that he thought about what had happened with Terry. Involuntary erections were part of daily life for boys. But added to that for Tommy was his awakening awareness. All of what he had done so far with Terry had come "out of the blue," from the first time that Terry had told the story of seeing Mr. Morgan beating off in the bathroom stall to the latest exhibition. Was something "wrong" with himself, Tommy sometimes wondered. Or was this really the way he was?
Tommy increasing fantasized about "doing it" for Terry. Even in the quiet and comfort of his own room at home, when he beat his meat, he often pretended Terry was watching. He needed to be prepared for when Terry told him to do it again. Tommy began to wonder about other boys and if they liked to be watched in solitary pleasure. Sometimes, in interactions with his classmates or other friends, he wondered about them masturbating, and whether they liked to be watched. His thoughts became all-consuming and sometimes all-confusing. Tommy suffered the trials and tribulations of teen awakening.
Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for Terry to make his demands known.
A couple of weeks after that first exhibitionist experience, Tommy was at work. He wondered if he might run into Terry, but learned when he checked in that it was Terry's day off. Tommy kind of relaxed a little bit, but being at work reminded him of Terry and what Terry might ask. While he continued his warehouse culling, his thoughts were fortunately focused on his work, and he was startled when he heard a knock on the warehouse door, which was always locked. Thinking it might be his supervisor coming to check on his progress, Tommy hurried to the door and opened it. There stood Terry. "I thought it was your day off?" Tommy asked. "It is," said Terry. "But that's the perfect time to come visit you and see how much progress you are making in the warehouse." Terry came right in and Tommy closed the door behind him. "Show me how far you've gotten with the file disposal," Terry stated matter-of-factly. Tommy led the way back to the area in which he was now working. "Wow, you've really cleaned a lot of this out," said Terry in amazement. "This place used to be cluttered! Now there is room for a new generation of files!" Both of them laughed out loud at that thought. "You have been working hard," said Terry. "Yes, I have," said Tommy. "Are you working hard today?" asked Terry, as he reached down and rubbed the front of Tommy's pants, causing an instant teen boner. Tommy blushed at his response, though at the same time it caused his heart to race. "I guess you are," said Terry, squeezing and grasping, causing Tommy's cock to rise to full rock hardness.
"Get it out," said Terry with firmness. "Just unzip and pull your cock out of your pants." Tommy's hands were trembling as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants, finally pulling it down. He reached in, slid his briefs down inside his pants, and pulled his throbbing cock out. Terry immediately reached for it. "Niiiice," Terry said as he squeezed and stroked Tommy's rock hard dick. "I love how hard it gets when you are turned on." Tommy's eyes were half closed as the pleasure of Terry's hand poured gasoline on the fire in his crotch. Even with his eyes half closed and his body swaying from pleasure, Tommy could not deny the exquisite feeling he was receiving from Terry's hand. Quite unexpectedly, the feeling suddenly changed to wet and hot. Tommy opened his eyes and looked down. Terry was on his knees with Tommy's cock in his mouth! Swirling his tongue and continuing to stroke Tommy's cock with his hand, Terry sucked until Tommy's moans grew louder. Then the feeling stopped.
Terry stood before Tommy and unzipped his own pants, pulling out his monster piece and stroking it to full hardness as Tommy's eyes remained glued to the skin sliding back and forth over the head. "Get me off," said Terry, startling Tommy out of his turned on dream feelings into reality. Remembering that night back in the office, Terry reached out and grabbed Tommy's hand, moving it to his cock. "Jerk it," he said with firmness. Even without much experience, the feel of Terry's cock in his hand turned Tommy on even more, and almost automatically, his hand wrapped around the massive shaft and he began stroking. "Yeahhhh," moaned Terry. Tommy was entranced by the feeling of Terry's hard cock in his hand. "You like beating me off?" Terry whispered. "Yes," Tommy replied succinctly, never losing focus on his ministrations. Terry's hips began to sway back and forth as he added his own fucking motion to the efforts of Tommy's hand. "Make me cum," said Terry softly but with demand in his voice. Tommy continued to stroke, amazed by how hard Terry's cock felt as his hand slid up and down. "Go faster," ordered Terry, and Tommy increased his jerking pace. "Yeahhhh," moaned Terry. "Point it at the floor so I can shoot." Though it wasn't easy to force Terry's hard, hard cock to point at the floor, Tommy was able to adjust the angle just as Terry's cock exploded. Terry's hot, steaming cum shot about five feet outward in an arch, leaving a path of drops as each succeeding pulse of his orgasm deposited another part of his load. Tommy, almost as if trained, more softly continued to stroke Terry's cock as his orgasm began to subside. Tommy's cock, still sticking out of his fly, also pulsed in near-orgasmic intensity as he finished Terry's pleasure.
Terry kind of straightened back up and eased his softening cock out of Tommy's hand and--with some difficulty--stuffed it back into his pants. "You are getting good at that," said Terry with a smile. "Almost as good as what you do to yourself." Tommy blushed, as he still wasn't used to this kind of talk. "And it looks like your rod needs some polishing," said Terry. "Remember our night in the office? I want you to do the same thing. Shoot your load on top of mine. I want you to make a big mess that you have to clean up." Tommy's eyes glazed over as he realized what was next. "Pull your pants farther down," said Terry. "I want to fondle your nuts while you jerk." Tommy unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his knees, along with his underwear. His hard teen cock pointed north, indicating its willingness to follow Terry's orders. "Beat it," said Terry, and Tommy's hand immediately started doing so. As he had said he would do, Terry reached down and softly played with Tommy's full teen nuts. Tommy emitted a low moan indicating he was completely out of control. His moan never really stopped as he continued to jerk and Terry fondled. Terry pushed his finger harder on the ridge just under Tommy's balls, eliciting a startled groan from Tommy. His cock erupted, jettisoning a creamy dollop of steaming cum, overshooting Terry's initial puddle by at least a foot, and continuing as his cock rained his load onto the floor. Finally, Tommy was done, and he stood with his still-hard cock in his hand, dribbles of teen milk still bubbling from the tip.
"That was nice," said Terry. "Here, let me get you a chair so you don't pass out." Terry quickly pulled a folding chair over to where Tommy wobbled in his post-orgasmic splendor. Without even pulling his pants up, Tommy plopped onto the chair. "You really know how to handle my tool," Terry stated. "I'm glad, because sometimes I need someone else's hand to do that for me. And I'm sorry for the mess, but it was worth it. I'll help you clean up." Tommy could only whisper "thanks." He leaned back in the chair, his sixteen year old cock still throbbing intensively, and drops of liquid continuing to bubble out.
"But first things first," said Terry. Tommy kind of perked up out of his dream state as Terry said that. "You, young man, are still rock hard, so I insist that you beat off again." As Tommy looked at his still-pulsing tool, he realized that not only did he WANT to beat off again, but Terry was DEMANDING that he beat off again, just as he had said he would. Involuntarily, a bead of post-orgasmic cream appeared at the tip of Tommy's cock as it pulsed upon Terry's orders. "Do it," said Terry. Tommy began jacking himself again. "Life your shirt up and shoot on your stomach," Terry instructed. Tommy used his free hand to slide his shirt upward, baring his stomach while his other hand stroked. Surprisingly, despite just having completed a massive orgasm a few minutes ago, Terry's order and Tommy's teen cock made another cum shot an immediate priority. Though Tommy's gaze was fixated on his jerking hand, he was also aware that Terry was watching him, and that added an additional element of pleasure. It wasn't long before Tommy was approaching his second orgasm. Recognizing that he had been ordered to rub this one out, he looked up to Terry and asked "are you ready for me to shoot?" Terry replied, "go for it." Tommy leaned back even more in the chair as his hand brought him closer to that feeling he loved so much. Tommy's legs spread wide and again a guttural moan came from deep within. His hips lifted slightly off the chair as his boy cock once again shot its pleasure on his stomach. There wasn't as much cum as there was the first time, but that had just been a few minutes previous. As Tommy's hand slowed its jerking, he once again drifted into that dreamland that only a teen orgasm can bring. He was only slightly awakened from that dream as Terry knelt beside the chair, leaned over, and began slurping up Tommy's cum with broad tongue strokes. Tommy's entire body was covered with chill bumps while Terry did that. "Tastes good and sweet," Terry whispered as he cleaned off Tommy's stomach. Then Terry's lips wrapped around Tommy's finally-softening cock, sucking out the last of his teen milk.
"You just sit there for a few minutes," said Terry, who darted off to get some paper towels and then cleaned up the mess on the floor. He deposited the gooey towels in a nearby trash can with a plastic bag. "I'll take that out and put it in the dumpster on my way home so all the evidence is taken care of," said Terry. "Thanks," said Tommy, still sitting in the chair with his pants and briefs around his knees, his teen tool now drooping. "You really look hot like that," said Terry. "Think you can go for a third?" Tommy kind of chuckled. "Doubtful," said Tommy. "I think it will take me a while to recharge." "It's my day off," said Terry...