Weekend at Toms house
Tom and I were enjoying the last weekend before starting school. We had been playing in the backyard for a while before we were called in to eat. Mr Scott said since it's so late, go ahead and get ready for bed. Tom and I went upstairs to take our showers.
After putting on our pajamas, we went downstairs to watch TV. When the movie ended Mr Scott said to go to bed. I was in the guest room for a while before thunder boomed. I've always had trouble sleeping in the rain and went back downstairs. I told Mr Scott thunder storms bothered me. He chuckled and motioned for me to come over to him.
Sitting on his lap, I laid back against him and he put his arms around me to comfort me. He asked how I was doing. I told him I was nervous about starting a new school. He said it'll be alright.
After a few minutes he asked if I had any interest in a girl. Look back at him I said, not really. As we talked he rubbed my chest and stomach. I didn't think anything about him resting his hand down by my waist. Then he shocked me. He asked, do you ever play with yourself. Blushing I said, once. Patting my belly, he said it's OK. I won't tell anyone. He asked, what did you think about it. After a minute I said I wasn't sure. Mr Scott moved his hand down and stop on my leg, close to my crotch. He asked, did you look at pictures while you were doing it. Stuttering I said I looked at underwear ads in one of my mother's magazines. They're good to look at, he said. Squeezing my leg he asked, do you want to try it again. My heart skipped a beat. I said, I don't think I should. Moving his hand over onto my dick he said, can I feel it. Not knowing what to say or do I finally said yeah I guess. Mr Scott squeezed my dick through my pajamas a few times, and it started to get stiff. Lifting my pajama shirt, he slid his hand under my pants and in my underwear. Being the first person other than me to touch it, his hand felt funny in my dick. He ran his fingers over my dick to the tip, then back down to my balls. My heart pounded as I watched his hand move under my pajamas. I started breathing harder as he wrapped his fingers around it. He said softly, you have a nice dick. Really, I said. Yes, can I see it he asked. By this point I was so excited I didn't care about anything. I said sure.
Moving his hands, he took the top of my pajama pants and pulled them down. Moving like he said, he soon had my pants off. Lifting my underwear up, he looked down in them. Taking a deep breath, he said you do have a nice dick. Pulling at my underwear he said, let's get these out of the way. Looking down and seeing myself nude from the waist down, my heart beat faster. Mr Scott slowly moved his hand up and down on my dick. I started getting a funny feeling deep in my gut. Reaching down with his other hand, he pushed my legs apart. Whispering in my ear, he asked does that feel good. Having trouble catching my breath, I said yes. Yes it does.
I watched him bring his hand up to his mouth. As he spit I asked him why he did that. Giving me a hug he said, it'll make my hand move easier. Watch. As he rubbed his spit on my dick, his fingers did slide better. As Mr Scott wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked it, he started unbuttoning my shirt. I sat up and let him take it off me. I felt strange sitting naked in Mr Scott's lap. He said, just lay back and relax. I'll do all the work.
After putting on our pajamas, we went downstairs to watch TV. When the movie ended Mr Scott said to go to bed. I was in the guest room for a while before thunder boomed. I've always had trouble sleeping in the rain and went back downstairs. I told Mr Scott thunder storms bothered me. He chuckled and motioned for me to come over to him.
Sitting on his lap, I laid back against him and he put his arms around me to comfort me. He asked how I was doing. I told him I was nervous about starting a new school. He said it'll be alright.
After a few minutes he asked if I had any interest in a girl. Look back at him I said, not really. As we talked he rubbed my chest and stomach. I didn't think anything about him resting his hand down by my waist. Then he shocked me. He asked, do you ever play with yourself. Blushing I said, once. Patting my belly, he said it's OK. I won't tell anyone. He asked, what did you think about it. After a minute I said I wasn't sure. Mr Scott moved his hand down and stop on my leg, close to my crotch. He asked, did you look at pictures while you were doing it. Stuttering I said I looked at underwear ads in one of my mother's magazines. They're good to look at, he said. Squeezing my leg he asked, do you want to try it again. My heart skipped a beat. I said, I don't think I should. Moving his hand over onto my dick he said, can I feel it. Not knowing what to say or do I finally said yeah I guess. Mr Scott squeezed my dick through my pajamas a few times, and it started to get stiff. Lifting my pajama shirt, he slid his hand under my pants and in my underwear. Being the first person other than me to touch it, his hand felt funny in my dick. He ran his fingers over my dick to the tip, then back down to my balls. My heart pounded as I watched his hand move under my pajamas. I started breathing harder as he wrapped his fingers around it. He said softly, you have a nice dick. Really, I said. Yes, can I see it he asked. By this point I was so excited I didn't care about anything. I said sure.
Moving his hands, he took the top of my pajama pants and pulled them down. Moving like he said, he soon had my pants off. Lifting my underwear up, he looked down in them. Taking a deep breath, he said you do have a nice dick. Pulling at my underwear he said, let's get these out of the way. Looking down and seeing myself nude from the waist down, my heart beat faster. Mr Scott slowly moved his hand up and down on my dick. I started getting a funny feeling deep in my gut. Reaching down with his other hand, he pushed my legs apart. Whispering in my ear, he asked does that feel good. Having trouble catching my breath, I said yes. Yes it does.
I watched him bring his hand up to his mouth. As he spit I asked him why he did that. Giving me a hug he said, it'll make my hand move easier. Watch. As he rubbed his spit on my dick, his fingers did slide better. As Mr Scott wrapped his fingers around my dick and stroked it, he started unbuttoning my shirt. I sat up and let him take it off me. I felt strange sitting naked in Mr Scott's lap. He said, just lay back and relax. I'll do all the work.
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