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Middle School Solo
Elis started to wake, the sunlight passing through the blinds of his bedroom window, filling the room, making him, his eyes still tightly closed, unconsciously turn towards his wall, away from the light. Slowly, he was aware that he was awake, opening his eyes to see the hazy image of his wall in front of him, closing his eyes again, still tired from his long sleep. He moved his hand around blindly, lifting his hand and fished between his pillow and the wall, clumsily moving his hand across the smooth surface of his sheets. Feeling the hard, cool surface of his phone, half buried underneath his pillow, he picked it up and held it to his face and pressed the home button, his eyes still closed as the screen lit up. He again slowly opened his eyes, his vision still blurred from sleep, and saw the current time: 10:27. He let his hand fall to the bed, letting gravity pull his hand down, releasing his grip on the phone as it laid on top the bed.
What day is today, he asked himself. It being the middle of summer, Elis had no school and no real reason to get up early, making him loose track of the days, most of which was spent alone at home. His brain starting to catch up with the morning, nearing midday, Elis thought about the events of last night, more importantly, what he watched on TV. The faint image of the young Bruce Wayne from the previous night's Gotham appeared in his mind, telling him it was Tuesday. Elis sighed, reluctant to get up as he had no actual plans for the rest of the day, alone until his parents came home later that night. An only child of two working parents, Elis typically spent his summer days alone at home, playing videos game and watching TV. This year, however, Elis discovered a new way to pass the time, and unlike video games and watching TV, he definitely preferred to do this alone.
As he lay on his bed, his head facing the wall and young body spread on top the bed, he began his new morning ritual by firmly pressing his morning wood into his bed, slowly rocking his hips as he felt the pressure on his boner. A few months ago, Elis discovered these new sensations when he, on a morning similar to this, rolled over on top of his bed, his morning hardness rubbing against the mattress, and learned that he can repeat it by humping his bed. The first morning, his mom called for him to get up, interrupting his humping session, but once Elias returned from school, his parents at work for a couple more hours, he immediately jumped on his bed, boner ready and eager, and resumed his humping. Finding it uncomfortable to hump in his jeans, Elis quickly unzipped the front of his jeans, his boner tenting his boxers, and returned to the mattress. For the next several minutes, Elis gradually increased the speed of his humping, pulling his jeans down to below his butt, which flexed as he rocked his hips back and forth, eventually completely removing his jeans, leaving his bottom-half clothed only in his tight, black and blue boxers and white socks, his thin, hairless legs between. This became his daily routine, starting the day by humping his bed with his morning wood until his mom called from downstairs, continuing when he came home until his dad drove up to the driveway, and again when he went to bed. Unable to wait any longer, when his dad came home, Elis would immediately go to the bathroom next to his room, his boner sticking out from the top of his boxers, and jack off, instantly pulling his boxers down once the door was closed and locked. (It didn't take long for his dad to realize what he was doing) Taking a tight hold his 5 inches, which jutted out below the thin strip of hair, he would thrust into his hand, recalling what he was doing atop his bed, and begin shaking as he felt an immense wave of pleasure throughout his body, his boner twitching in his hand. He would typically jack off again when he was taking a shower, sometimes twice, using his shampoo to make his boner slide more easily in his hand, and again in his room before going to sleep after satisfactorily humping his mattress. Over the next couple weeks, he developed his technique and speed, moving from humping his mattress to placing his pillow between his body and the mattress, humping furiously as the added pressure made him feel even better.
The first day of summer, the first day he had the house to himself for most of the day, he spent the day finding new and more pleasurable ways to hump with his boner. Once he awoke and realized he was home alone, he immediately pushed the blanket off of him, Elis wearing his typical nightwear, a shirt on top and his tight boxers on bottom, and rolled over atop his bed, his morning wood in position, and started furiously humping the bed. Halfway through, his eyes closed as his hips thrust back and forth, he moved the pillow from beneath his head to below his body, his morning wood furiously jabbing the pillow. Head lying on the mattress as his lower half did all the work, Elis moved his hands beneath the pillow and pressed it firmly against his boner, increasing the pressure as he continued to hump furiously. His breathing increased as he humped his pillow, he allowed his 12-year-old voice to moan as he felt the pleasure around his boner, knowing that no one was home to hear him. He humped the pillow until he felt the familiar sensation between his legs, and spreading his legs apart to hump even faster, his body jerked as his orgasm coursed through his body, leaving him laying motionless on top his pillow. Checking his phone, he realized the he was humping his pillow for almost an hour. Going downstairs, still dressed in only his t-shirt and again-tented boxers, he went to the downstairs computer and Googled what came to mind. He pulled his boner through the front flap, stroking as he came across a site that was full of techniques and methods on how to jack off, including suggestions on what he could hump. He read through the site, trying to find all he could about jacking off and humping, including the section where other boys and men wrote about their own experiences and tips.
Going back upstairs, his boner bouncing up and down as he skipped steps, it still protruding from his boxers, Elis looked around his room, recalling what he read on the website. His mind immediately went back to his pillow and as he picked it up, pressing it against his boner, he thought about how to improve the sensation. His eyes saw his old beanbag chair in the corner, the baseball patterned one his dad bought him years ago. The techniques from the site fresh in his mind, he went over to the beanbag chair and dragged it to the middle of the room, where he would have the most room. The beanbag chair in place, Elis dropped the pillow on top and got on his knees. Adjusting the pillow so that it was in the position Elis thought would work best, Elis pulled the beanbag chair to him, feeling the cool, smooth surface against his hairless thighs, and boner out, he leaned over on top the pillow and beanbag chair, his boner against the pillow, and pressed his legs and arms tightly around the beanbag chair, holding it in place, and started humping. The sensation was different than he felt before, the pillow on top the bed. The moldable beanbag chair beneath his body gave a softer feel than the stationary bed, and atop the beanbag chair doggy style, Elis was able to hump the pillow using his entire lower body, his hips flexing back and forth. Taking one hand from around the beanbag chair, Elis lifted his hips from the pillow, momentarily stopping his humping, and put a couple fingers between the flap of his boxers, taking out his smooth, hairless balls from within. As he returned his hand around the beanbag chair, the indentation still there, he resumed humping, enjoying the new sensation of his freed balls rubbing against the surface of the pillowcase and the tightness of the flap around his balls and boner. As he adjusted his position, his hips continuously pressing his boner into the pillow, he felt the beanbag chair mold to his body, changing shape as he searched for even more pleasurable positions. Atop the beanbag chair, he furiously humped the pillow, squeezing the beanbag chair tightly with his arms and legs as he felt waves of pleasure coarse through his body, moaning with closed eyes as he solely focused on humping with his boner. Again he felt his orgasm approach, humping harder and faster as he felt it coming. He lay still as his boner throbbed beneath him, his body twitching as he held the beanbag chair tightly. Once he was able to catch his breath, Elis leaned his torso upward, his body erect on his knees as his boner protruded between his legs, still twitching, and knew that the beanbag chair was going to be one of his favorite playthings.
Feeling the warmth of the sunlight filling his room, Elis took off his shirt, leaving him in only his boxers, revealing his thin, hairless body, flat chest, and contoured abs. Looking around the room, he saw another item that recently had just become furniture to him. Last year, he and his parents went to the fair and he won a large, stuffed white tiger, his favorite animal. On his hands and knees, Elis was about the same size as the tiger, and before now it had just been another addition to his room, but now he realized another purpose for it. He walked over to it, turning it around, its rear facing him, and got on his knees to confirm it was the right size. He pressed down on its back, checking it for support, but realized that it would not hold his weight. Looking back at the beanbag chair, Elis hoped that his idea would work. Standing up, he picked up the tiger and moved it to the beanbag chair, boner bouncing as he walked, and after making the proper adjustments, molding the beanbag chair to not only fit between the tiger's legs, but also prop it up, the pillow still underneath for added support, Elis smiled as he saw that the tiger could now support his weight. Walking over to his desk, Elis picked up a pair of scissors and returned behind the tiger. Getting on his knees and placing his boner against the rear of the tiger, feeling the soft fur on his head, Elis found the appropriate height and cut a small hole in the tiger, just large enough for his boner. Satisfied, Elis tossed the scissor onto his bed and taking his boner in his hand, slid his boner inside the tiger, feeling the densely packed stuffing around his boner. Leaning on top the tiger, his bare chest feeling the soft fur, the body of the tiger lowering under the weight slightly, the beanbag chair keeping it up, Elis started humping the tiger, feeling his boner move in and out of the tiger as the stuffing surrounded his boner. Like his pillow, Elis moved his hands to the rear of the tiger, placing his hands around its hind legs, holding it taut as his hips flexed back and forth, Elis's spine visible as he leaned atop the tiger. Feeling the stuffing around his boner forming a tunnel that his boner made as it moved inside the tiger, Elis shifted atop the tiger to make a new, tighter tunnel that he could hump, the previous one no longer giving him the same sensation as it once did. Soon, he had to reposition himself another time, the stuffing no longer maintaining the tightness around his boner. Disappointed, but still incredibly horny, Elis stopped humping and pulled his boner out of the tiger, contemplating what to do. Pressing the top and bottom of the tiger's rear, seeing how rigid it was, he turned the tiger on its back, its fixed legs up in the air, and placed it on top the beanbag chair and pillow, the beanbag chair flattening as Elis pressed down on the tiger's underside. The tiger's hole still in line with his boner, he immediately placed his boner back inside and leaned on top the tiger, atop the soft underside, which made the stuffing dense under his weight, his boner again surrounded by the tight mass of stuffing. Elis held the beanbag chair tightly as before as he humped his tiger, the added pressure of the compressed beanbag chair and his weight preventing the stuffing from becoming too lose around his boner. Elis continued humping the tiger, adjusting his position and spreading his legs apart for even faster humping, straddling the bean bag chair as well as the tiger, enjoying the feeling as he rode the tiger until he had another dry orgasm, his third of the day. Hungry, Elis went down stairs wearing only his tented boxers and ate breakfast for lunch, and afterwards returned to his room, removing his boxers, now completely naked, and mounted his tiger three more times and his pillow, folded in half and his boner sandwiched in between, twice before his dad came home, when he immediately, taking his shirt and boxers with him, went to his bathroom and jacked off. Before Elis went to sleep, not needing to sleep early for school, he jacked off twice in the shower and twice while his parents slept, the grand total for his first day of summer being 13 dry orgasms.
Since the first day of summer, Elis spent his weekdays exploring and finding different things to hump, always looking for a new way to feel good. Always checking the site for new and different tips, he moved his humping session from his room to other rooms in the house. Downstairs in the living room, he discovered even more options and possibilities in the larger room. Unzipping the pillow case of one of the couch pillows, Elis discovered the inner pillow to be filled with stuffing similar to his tiger's, and similarly making a hole in the inner pillow, Elis placed his boner inside and not only humped it, lying in different positions on and off the couch as he thrust into it, but used it to jack himself off, sitting naked on the couch, the TV on as he tightly held the pillow and moved it up and down on his boner, his hips thrusting into the pillow simultaneously. Elis's favorite couch position was kneeling on the couch, legs spread wide, pressing the pillow against the back of the couch with his body as his boner moved in and out of it, Elis leaning over the top of the back of the couch, holding it as the pressure of his body and the couch made the pillow stuffing tight around his boner, Elis moaning loudly and sweating as he humped the pillow.
Elis's first thoughts while humping were solely on pleasure, having his boner feel amazing before having an orgasm. But soon, he began thinking of people while humping, fantasizing humping them for real, or more specifically, one person. As Elis continued humping his bed, he thought of the young Bruce Wayne, imagining being with him and humping him, or even letting him hump him. Elis's humping continued, moving his pillow underneath him and humping the pillow until he had his first orgasm of the day, his morning routine of humping his bed and pillow first. Ellis got out of bed and went downstairs to the computer, wearing only his boxers as the midsummer heat made it uncomfortable to wear a shirt. At the computer, Elis did not go to his favorite site, but to Google to find more pictures of his dream boy. As he scrolled through the pictures, he pulled his boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles, and absentmindedly stroked his boner. Finding one of his favorite pictures of him, making the hi-resolution picture full screen, he stood up from the computer, removing his boxers from his ankles, and walked naked over to the couch, his boner bobbing as he walked, and grabbed the pillow from the couch that he humped every day. Sitting back down at the computer, he unzipped the pillowcase and placed his boner inside the hole he made at the beginning of summer, squeezing it tightly as he, sitting low on the chair, his bare, hairless legs spread far apart, rapidly moved the pillow up and down on his boner, Elis's eyes focused on his dream boy. Elis moaned as the dense stuffing around his boner sent waves of pleasure through his body, his mind imagining humping with the boy pictured in front of him. Naked on the chair, Elis humped the pillow as it went down on his boner, closing his eyes, imagining his dream boy as naked as he was, the two of them playing with each other's boner, the both of them humping pillows on the couch and the tiger in his room before humping each other. Before long, Elis felt his boner start to explode as he humped the pillow, opening his eyes and looking at his boy as he had another orgasm.
Looking at the time, he went over to the kitchen to get something to eat. Returning, he went to his favorite site and read a new humping technique, one that made his constantly hard boner even harder. Called the "Pillow on Desk" technique, you put a couple pillows on top of a desk or table, one that is the right height for your boner, and put your boner in between the pillows and start humping. The pillow on the floor right next to him, Elis figured that that would work as well. Standing up to see if he was tall enough to use the computer desk, he smiled as he saw that he would just need to stand on his tiptoes a little for the perfect height. Going back to the tab with the picture of his dream boy, Elis picked up the couch pillow and placed it on top the desk, to the left of the keyboard. He immediately placed his boner inside the hole, pressing his hands down on the pillow for pressure, and started humping it, this being the first time he humped something standing up. Elis enjoyed the different sensation, the feeling of his boner moving in and out only using his hips, the feeling of his hairless balls smashing into the soft outer pillowcase. Standing up, he was still able to look at the picture of his boy while he humped the pillow. As only his hips were moving, the pillow pressed firmly down on the table as his boner humped it, the sensation was not as great as when he made the pillow ride his boner, but nevertheless Elis enjoyed the sensation, and did not feel as if he was going to orgasm as quickly, letting the pleasure build as he rapidly humped the pillow, fantasizing his crush with each thrust, keeping him on edge without going over. Elis was able to hump the pillow in this position longer than before, both from the decreased stimulation and just humping not too long before. His breathing became labored and shallow as he continued humping hard and fast, occasionally taking a break of a few seconds when his legs required it, only to resume humping as much as before. His eyes still fixed on the monitor, Elis moaned loudly as he felt the sensation between his legs instantly increase, and started humping even harder and faster, the desk shaking as Elis's body thrashed furiously into it as he humped the pillow, knowing that he had passed the point of no return. Suddenly, Elis thrust his hips hard into the pillow, his open mouth moan becoming a loud cry as he felt his boner throb inside the pillow, his head surrounded by the tightly packed stuffing. Once Elis was able to think clearly, the residual sensations still coursing through his naked body, he sat down on the chair in front of the monitor, breathing heavily as he thought of the feelings he just experienced, and how it was the greatest thing he had ever felt in his life. Bringing his hand to his boner, which was still hard between his hairless legs, throbbing on its own, he felt another wave of sensations, moaning again loudly at the touch.
Checking the time on the clock next to the computer, Elis saw that he had nearly two hours until his dad would come home, more than enough time for another round with the pillow and his crush, not concerned about being naked in the living room humping. As he stood up, the endorphins starting to fade from his body, he felt that his legs were sore from humping on his tiptoes. Elis wanted to hump the pillow on the desk again, but when he tried standing on his tiptoes again, he realized that he would not be able to maintain the position for too long, and he wanted to hump for as long as possible and have another mind-blowing orgasm. Thinking of how to hump the desk without tiring his legs, the desk being a little too high, Elis thought of another surface that he could use instead, and walking to the guest room adjacent to the living room. He stepped up to the small, wooden table with a couple picture frames and a plant on top, and smiled widely when he saw that it was the perfect height for him and his boner. Moving the picture frames and plant from the table and placed them on the floor. He easily picked up the table, his developing muscles in his arms flexing as he walked back into the living room, placing the table in front of the desk, directly in front of the monitor, moving the chair out of the way. Going back to the guest room, he took the two pillows that were on the bed and placed them on top the table, one on top the other. Excited for the next round of humping, his boner equally excited, Elis pulled the pillows to the edge of the table closest to him, aligning it with his boner. He immediately slid his boner between the crevice between the pillows, moaning softly as he felt his head glide smoothly between the soft, high-thread count pillowcases. His boner completely inserted, his hairless thighs against the edge of the table, he leaned forward and pressed his torso down on top the pillows, as he did with his pillow and tiger in his room, and turning his head to the side, facing the monitor, he looked directly into the eyes of the boy he loved looking back at him.
Elis instantly approved his decision to use the table to hump the pillows, it being the perfect height for him to hump the way he liked best. Elis closed his eyes as his hips flex rapidly, his boner sliding between the tightness between the pillows created by his weight, delighting in the sensations he was feeling as he moaned with ecstasy. He thrust into the pillows as fast as he could, holding the bottom of the table tightly as his lower half quickly moved back and forth. Spreading his legs apart, he was able to quicken his thrusts, thrusting even harder into the pillows, Elis now no longer concerned about the sounds escaping from his mouth. Feeling his tight, hairless balls hit the edge of the table, Elis instinctually raised his hips slightly, allowing his balls to plow into the soft, thick pillows. The change in position sent a sudden rush of pleasure throughout Elis's body, making him want to feel it again. Elis stepped on his tiptoes, the exhilaration of humping making the muscle soreness dissipate, his body raising slightly as he furiously continued humping the pillows. Feeling this pleasure again, even more than before, Elis allowed his body to take control, its sole purpose to achieve the most pleasure possible. Pressing his bare torso tightly against the table, and using all his strength to hold himself to it, he lifted his legs off the ground, his arms flexing and his thighs pressing against the table for support, he moaned wildly he as rapidly humped the pillows, the sensation of not being grounded sending waves of pleasure through Elis's naked, sweating body.
The sudden change in position made the pillows move forward on the table underneath Elis's weight, which caused Elis's hips to move forward in order to achieve the same depth of penetration between the pillows as before. As Elis's hips thrust deeper, his torso tightly pressed against the table, his bare back arched even more, making his spine more prominent on his thin, nearly hairless body. Wanting maximum speed, depth, and pleasure, Elis continued to adjust his thrusting lower body, chasing the sensations as he rode the waves of pleasure, his hips buckling as he raised his lower half, his torso nearing the far edge of the table, his smooth legs further off the ground, his thighs resting on the outer corners of the table. Straddling the table, Elis instantly began humping the pillows as hard and as fast as he could, pressing the inside of his thighs firmly against the back corners of the table, anchoring him to the table, his thin, hairless legs hanging above the ground, midair. As his thighs were spread far apart, the width of the table, Elis's butt clenched and relaxed with each thrust, each thrust back exposing the tight, pink muscle ring between his cheeks as he continued to plow his boner between the pillows. Elis moaned loudly as he humped the pillows, the sensation of humping on top the table, his legs off the ground as his hips furiously thrust, was the most pleasure Elis had ever experienced before, even greater than the last humping session at the desk just previously. Just like that session, Elis's pleasure continued to rise without end, allowing him to continue humping without the risk of finishing soon. Elis did not seem to care or even notice that the table was rocking beneath him as he wildly humped on top it, or that his moans were growing louder and louder, his sole focus only his boner. Elis was breathing rapidly between his moans, the constant humping and moaning making him short of breath, the summer heat coating his young, naked body with a glistening layer of sweat.
Elis continued to hump as hard and as fast as he could, indulging in the constant pleasure emanating from his boner, unconcerned about anything else. His eyes remained closed as he focused on his boner and humping, the sensation increasing with each thrust without limits, filling him with ecstasy as he kept humping the pillows, never wanting it to end. More time passed as Elis humped without rest, his hips instinctually thrusting nonstop, his boner ceaselessly throbbing between the tight pillows. Feeling that he was reaching the point of no return, Elis held the table beneath him even tighter, pressing his thighs against the table even harder. Getting closer, he savored the final sensations as he rode them closer and closer to the peak, approaching it quickly, moaning uncontrollably. Knowing that he was just at the precipice, he opened his eyes, his face still facing the monitor, and looked longingly into his imaginary boyfriend's eyes, and seeing those eyes looking back at him, he reached his limit, his hips thrusting once more into the pillows, deeply. Elis practically screamed as he felt his entire body convulse, his voice wavering as he felt a greater sensation between his legs. He felt a new tightness in his hairless balls, the pressure traveling quickly towards his throbbing boner. Once at his boner, he felt the need to release the pressure, and once he did, he moaned as his cum shot out of his boner, between the pillows. Immediately after, he felt the pressure again and released another shot of cum, followed by another and another, each shot making Elis involuntarily thrust again into the pillows, feeling the cum-soaked pillows around his boner. Elis's eyes were shut tight as he released more and more cum, unsure of what was happening, but loving the feeling it gave him. After shooting blanks, his balls drained after his first load, he lay motionless on top the pillows, his spent boner still throbbing between the pillows. Elis was able to catch his breath, his body soaked with sweat and body exhausted from the humping marathon.
After several minutes, he felt strong enough to get up. Opening his eyes, seeing his boy again, Elis glanced at the clock on the desk next to the monitor and froze. Blinking several times in denial, he saw that it had been nearly two and a half hours since he started humping on the table. Slowly, Elis turned his head away from the monitor to look at the rest of the room, seeing his dad standing there next to the couch, almost as if he had been there for a while. Elis's eyes went wide when he looked at his dad's face and remained motionless atop the table, naked, his arms still tightly holding the table, the pillows beneath him, his boner, completely soft from both his orgasm and being caught by his dad.
"You're gonna clean the pillows, right?" his dad asked.