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Authors name: Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)
Story title : Me, Myself, and Everybody Else
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Me, Myself, and Everybody Else (MFF-mast, bi, teens, voy)
by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)
***
The thought of a fifteen-year-old boy as he masturbates.
with a surprise ending.
***
The sun burst through the thin curtains of my bedroom,
brightly illuminating another wonderful early summer day.
I lay on my back as I slowly regained consciousness.
Rolling around on my bed, I enjoyed the feel of the cool
sheets on my naked, 15-year-old skin.
I had been sleeping nude for several months, but no one
had found out about it. I was afraid my mom would think I
was some kind of a pervert. My cock was already
lengthening when I woke, and it continued to harden as I
rolled in the sheets.
Suddenly, the urge hit. I grabbed the edge of the sheet
and wrapped myself in it. There is little I like better
than a morning whack-off session, I said to myself as my
left hand wormed its way under the sheet and against my
hardening cock. I like to thrust against my hand as I lay
on my bed. I thought it felt more like real fucking.
My hips began their rhythmic rising and lowering. My cock
glided effortlessly against the cool, smooth sheets, held
in place by my left hand. I thought about my normal jerk-
off partners: Britney Spears. Mm, I thought, I'd love to
have her in the sack with me. Or maybe Christina
Aguillera. I licked my lips. Avril Levigne. Images of
Beyonce Knowles flashed through my mind. Monica. Now
there's a luscious lady, I thought.
My cock slid along my sheets, the delicious friction
gradually built up along my 7" cock. I liked Monica. As
my hips rotated, humping up and down on my bed, I saw
with my mind's eye Monica and me having hot, passionate
sex. She was pretty. Oh, she was hot! Her skin was so
soft. Her cunt was wet. Blond hair curled around her
soft, white skin. "Oh, God, Jeff! You're so big," she
moaned.
I kissed her softly on her lips. I could feel the
beginnings of an orgasm building in my loins. I thrust a
couple more times, groaning, "Monica, I love you!"
Suddenly, I rolled over and threw the sheets are far off
of me as I could. Oh, God, no, I cried silently. Not
again! I was masturbating to my cousin Monica again! Not
the singer, but my own 14-year-old cousin! I'm not weird.
I don't want to fuck my own cousin! Granted, she's
definitely a pretty girl. But I don't want to fuck my own
cousin! That's just too weird!
But she does have nice tits, I thought.
No, no, no, I thought, a thousand times no! Not my own
cousin!
I sat on the edge of my bed, my unsatisfied cock
throbbing in my crotch. But I wouldn't touch it. I won't
have those thoughts about Monica. I don't want to fuck my
cousin!
OK. If I'm honest, I want to fuck her. I want to bang her
bones, fuck her silly, fill her to overflowing with my
sperm. But, I don't want to. We are cousins, and that's
just weird.
I got up and made my bed. My cock was still hard, and I
got a kick out of hanging the sheet on it. After
straightening my room, still naked, I sat on my bed. My
cock was still hard, and it bounced with every movement I
made. I'm horny, and I need release, I said to myself.
Reaching between my mattress and box springs, I pulled
out the fuck magazine my best friend Ryan gave me.
He'd snitched it from his older brother. It had pictures
of a couple fucking. Real fucking. Pictures of his cock
in her mouth. His tongue on her clit. And best of all,
his prick balls-deep in her pussy! They were really
fucking! I didn't even think pictures like this could be
made! Prostitution laws, and all that.
I thought she was fucking for money, which made it
prostitution. Ryan assured me it wasn't, and even if it
was, I wasn't prostituting myself, and I wasn't breaking
any law, so why should I give a damn.
He was right, as usual. I flipped through the magazine.
She was a pretty blond girl, and he was a studly, dark-
haired guy with a big boner. Finally, I chanced upon a
picture I really liked. My cock bounced up at the sight
of it. She was kneeling on a bed, and he stood behind
her, plowing his hard cock up her ass. Her medium-sized
tits swung under her like some cow's udder, but I didn't
care. The picture was HOT! HOT! HOT!
The guy had one foot on the floor, and his other knee on
the bed. I laid the magazine on my bed, and copied his
stance. Grabbing my hard, throbbing cock, which now
looked bigger than ever, I stroked it. More precisely, I
held my hand still, and thrust my hips forward and back,
sliding my cock through my balled-up fist. Looking at the
picture again, I imagined myself as the lucky guy. My
cock sliding in and out of that nice, shapely ass.
I moaned, liking the sensation. God, this felt good, I
said. Ryan's ass is nice and tight. My hand gripped my
cock securely. The sensations built. In my mind's eye, I
was fucking, again. I held Ryan's hips firmly as my cock
slid in and out of his asshole. We were both moaning
loudly. Once I came, I knew we'd change positions, and
he'd fuck me up the ass.
Wait a minute! I cried, releasing my cock again. I spun
around and lay on my back on my bed. I'm not queer, I
insisted to myself. I don't want to fuck Ryan. We've had
circle jerks, and other masturbation games. We've even
compared our cocks. But, we are not queer.
As I lay there on my bed, worrying about my sexuality, my
hands, as if with minds of their own, glided down my
body. Almost without thinking, I grasped my cock and
slowly massaged it. My hands slipped up and down the
length. My mind landed on another stroking partner. My
14-year-old sister. Jenny straddled me, impaling herself
on my turgid member. I gasped at how tight her little
pussy was, and at how wet. It wasn't the first time I'd
thought about my little sister while shaking hands with
the bishop, and once again, I tried to stop.
But I couldn't. I was too close to coming. My hand glided
up and down my turgid member while in my mind's eye, it
was my little sister who was making those wonderful
sensations on me. My other hand cupped my balls, gently
squeezing my nuts. In my minds, my sexy little sister
groaned, juice from her cunt soaking my pubic hair. She
rubbed her large tits gently, teasing her nipples.
I had actually seen Jenny's tits a few weeks earlier. I
had walked in on her and Monica changing. Monica had a
shirt and shorts on, but all Jenny had on was a pair of
blue jeans. Her tits were large, and firm, and looked
delectable. I didn't get a good eyeful, but I saw enough.
I'd jerked off to her then, too.
My hand slid up and down my spit-slickened cock faster
and faster. A finger on my other hand swirled the head of
my cock, lubricating it with the drop of precum that had
formed. In my fantasies, Jenny moaned, which I did aloud.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut there, "Oh, God!" I
moaned quietly. I mumbled Jenny's name incoherently while
I mentally squeezed her tits and pinched her hard
nipples.
"I love Big Brother's big, hard cock," she whispered in
my ear in my fantasy. That was all it took. It was all
over. Waves of pleasure broke over me, washing away all
the feelings of guilt I had for masturbating over my
little sister. I arched my back and groaned loudly. My
balls constricted, as white hot cum burst from my
spasming cock. Shot after shot exploded from my churning
balls. All I was aware of was the delicious sensations
short-circuiting my brain. My body felt like it was on
fire, and my cock was the fire hose trying valiantly to
put out the blaze.
Finally, the spasms subsided. I relaxed, releasing my
drooping cock, and laid back on my bed. Several puddles
of sticky cum cooled on my chest and belly, and several
more dotted my comforter. With a sigh, I rolled over and
cleaned myself off with an old sock.
***
What Jeff didn't hear was the door to his bedroom quietly
click shut, and the shuffle of feet down the hall, or the
door to the other bedroom silently close. Monica giggled
as soon as the door clicked shut. "That was so cool!" she
snickered.
"Shhhh! He'll hear you," Jenny whispered. She turned her
back and surreptitiously touched her throbbing clit. She
needed to give it some attention, and soon, she decided.
She turned back to her cousin in time to see her touching
herself, too. "He doesn't know it, but he's been giving
me a show at least twice a week since spring break."
"You're kidding!"
Jenny shook his head. "His bedroom is between my room and
the bathroom. One morning during spring break, I was
going to the bathroom, I heard him moan. So I peeked. And
there he was, whacking away!"
"Do you think he thinks about anybody when he's doing
that?"
"How the hell should I know?" Jenny laughed. Then, she
shrugged. "Probably. I've heard guys say they think about
girls when they're doing that."
Monica scratched her ear, and gently touched her nipple
through her nightie. An electric shock went through her
at her own touch. "I wonder who he thinks about."
Jenny shrugged, sitting on the bed, surreptitiously
rubbing her cunt. "I don't know. Probably one of the
girls in school. God knows I think about Rod Callahan
when I'm rub..." She instantly shut up and stared at her
cousin.
Monica giggled self-consciously for a moment. "I've got a
list of guys I think about," she giggled after a silent
moment.
"Me, too!"
Both girls stayed silent for a moment. Suddenly, Monica
slipped her hand under her nightie. "Oh, shit, am I wet!"
she exclaimed.
Jenny and Monica looked at each other for a moment, and
then, together, cried, "Fuck it!" Their nightgowns and
panties flew around the room, and they both collapsed on
Jenny's bed next each other. Each girl had her hand in
her own cunt, rubbing and probing.
***
A few minutes later, when they were finished, neither one
of them heard the door to Jenny's bedroom quietly click
shut, nor a pair of feet shuffle down the hall. They did
hear quiet moans emanating from Jeff's bedroom a few
minutes later as they walked, dressed and combed, freshly
scrubbed, down to the kitchen, ready for breakfast.
END
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