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Tommy wiped the sweat from his brow as he continued to clear out the old records in the warehouse. His summer job was a good one, though he would have preferred to be in the air conditioning instead. The tall ceilings of the warehouse kept it from being too hot, though, so work was tolerable.
Tommy was thirsty, and he decided to walk into the main building and get something to drink. As he stood at the water fountain, he heard one of the clerks behind him. "Hey, Tommy. How's it going?" Tommy turned around and saw his colleague Terry coming down the hall. Terry was almost two years older than Tommy and had already graduated HS and was working full-time. "I think it will keep me busy all summer!" Tommy replied. "I'll have to come out and check on your progress sometime," said Terry. "Please do!"
The warehouse was in the back of an industrial property, and no one ever went there. Truly, it was a repository for old records, and with the need for extra storage room, Tommy's job was important. He had to cull through the records, separate out those who were still current clients from those who no longer were, and arrange for shredding the out-of-date or expired records. Though at times it was dull, arduous work, the job paid pretty well, and gave Tommy some extra spending money for the summer. As he finished his water and turned to leave, Tommy saw Terry turn into the rest room down the hall. He thought about peeing as well, but decided to wait until his next "hydration break."
Back in the warehouse, Tommy continued his efforts. He'd pull a file off the shelf, check the record against the rubric for keeping or discarding, then either re-shelf or separate the file folder from its contents, putting the file folders and the paper contents to be discarded into two different bins. He had made really good progress today, clearing about six linear feet of thickly-packed records: quite a good pace! He didn't want to get done TOO soon and have the summer job cut short!
Being alone in the warehouse allowed Tommy's mind to wander a bit, and he liked the freedom of not having people around all the time. Though he occasionally played music, for the most part he worked in silence, preferring the quietness. As he reached for another record, he heard a knock on the warehouse entrance door. He stopped his work and walked over. Looking through the glass, he saw Terry. He opened the door and Terry came in, acting all flustered.
"You won't believe what I just saw," Terry said animatedly. "What?" asked Tommy with a quizzical look. "Well, I went in to take a pee, and I realized that someone was in one of the stalls. That didn't bother me, but I started to hear strange noises coming from the stall, so I bent down and looked under the edges. Somebody was turned around backwards, with their feet pointing toward the wall as they sat on the toilet! Their pants were around their ankles, and I could see their belt swaying back and forth. They were beating off!" "Wow!" exclaimed Tommy, picturing that scenario but not knowing how to respond to the revelation. "I finished peeing and came outside to the water fountain, waiting to see if I could tell who it was. Soon Mr. Morgan came out and headed in the other direction down the hall." Mr. Morgan was one of the managers in the organization. "He was masturbating while I was in the bathroom!"
The word "masturbate" still made Tommy tingle. At sixteen, he had masturbated many times, but it was still considered something "naughty," and no one really talked about it, even though he knew every guy did it. "I can't believe that happened," Terry said in a rush. He sat down in one of the folding chairs nearby and kind of groped himself as he said, "that's going to make me want to do it!" He laughed a nervous laugh. Tommy joined in that nervous laughter as he watched Terry continue to rub himself through his pants. Terry kind of looked around the warehouse, noting how quiet it was and that they were the only ones inside. "You ever do that here?" Terry asked Tommy. "Do what?" Tommy asked back. "Beat your meat!" Terry exclaimed. Though Tommy had seriously thought about it before, he had never masturbated at work, either in the warehouse or in the rest room. "No, I haven't," Tommy replied back to Terry, who continued to rub himself through his pants. A rather large obvious bulge was evident in Terry's crotch. Terry licked his lips and said, "I'll have to take a break sometime and come out here and we can do it together." This surprising revelation caused Tommy to get an immediate boner. It must have been noticeable, because Terry said "looks like you agree that would be fun to do," nodding in reference to Tommy's clearly-visible hard-on. "I guess," said Tommy. Terry stood up and adjusted his own erection inside his pants. What looked to be a pretty large cock was outlined as it snaked its way in Terry's pants. "Well, I need to get back to work or I'll get in trouble," said Terry. He squeezed himself again and stepped toward the door. "I'll be sure to bring some paper towels the next time I visit" he said with a lascivious grin. Then he was out the door and gone.
Tommy was astounded. He had never discussed anything like that with anyone before. But the idea of both of them beating their meat together had a raw attraction to his teen-fueled fantasies. The quivering from his throbbingly-hard cock in his pants suggested that he might have to beat off right now himself, though he realized there was nothing around to help him clean up any mess. So, his mind swirling with lustful thoughts, he continued his work until it was time to go home.
The rest of the week, he didn't really run into Terry at all at work until Friday afternoon. Both were getting ready to leave when Tommy saw Terry as he clocked out. "Hey what you got planned for the weekend?" Terry asked. "Not much," Tommy replied. It had been raining outside all day and was forecast to do that all weekend, which hampers anyone's plans. "Did you drive to work today or take the bus?" Terry asked. "I drove because it was raining," Tommy said. "Would you drop me by my apartment?" Terry asked. "Sure," Tommy said. They walked out into the covered garage to where Tommy's car was parked, and drove about six blocks to where Terry lived in an apartment complex. "Want to come up for a soda before you go home?" Terry asked. "Sure, why not?" Tommy replied. Luckily, there was a parking spot right outside Terry' apartment, and they were able to run in without getting very wet.
"Have a seat," Terry said. "I'll get some Cokes." Tommy sat down, scanning the apartment, which was nice, but sparsely furnished. Terry came back in and sat on the couch directly opposite Tommy. "Thanks for the ride," he said. "I would have been soaked by the time I got home!" "Sure," Tommy said with a grin. "Are you making progress with your work?" Terry asked. "Yeah, I'm doing okay, but I'm trying to stretch it out to last all summer as well." Both of them laughed at the strategy. "Yeah, we're using new systems in the office, and it's keeping us really busy," said Terry. They drank their Cokes and continued their banter. Then Terry asked, "have you seen Mr. Morgan around?" He grinned a shit-eating grin as he asked. "No," Tommy said. "He never comes out to the warehouse." "Yeah, I haven't caught him beating off in the bathroom again either," laughed Terry. Tommy chuckled nervously. "I haven't even had enough time to come out and visit you in the warehouse either," said Terry. Both of the boys knew exactly what Terry was talking about. Tommy was surprised that he started to get an erection from the thought, and he kind of squirmed in his chair. "You going to beat off this weekend?" Terry asked directly. Tommy kind of flushed in embarrassment. "Probably," he said softly. "Yeah, me too!" Terry said avidly. "My big dick loves to get played with." Both took another sip out of their Cokes amid what felt like awkward silence. Terry stood up from the couch, his crotch protruding out from his own excitement. "I've got to pee," he said. "Be right back."
Tommy used Terry's absence to adjust himself in the chair. He was surprised at how quickly he had gotten hard from the masturbatory turn in their conversation! He took another sip out of his Coke, nervously considering the awkwardness. He heard the toilet flush in the bathroom, and Terry walking back in. Terry stopped right behind Tommy in the chair. He reached over and groped Tommy's crotch, feeling the hard cock inside. He squeezed a couple of times, causing Tommy to involuntarily gasp. "Yeah, I figured you might be hard," Terry said as he said back on the couch. "When I went to the bathroom, I had to wait for a few seconds for it to go down so I could pee!" They both laughed.
Tommy didn't know where he got the nerve from, but after just having his hard cock squeezed by Terry, he asked, "so you've got a big dick, huh?" Terry grinned and leaned back on the couch, groping his own cock and showing the outline in his pants. "Yeah, it's about nine inches," he said. "WHAT?" Tommy exclaimed. He had never seen a cock that big in the gym showers at school, or anywhere else for that matter. "Yeah, let me show you," Terry said with delight. He unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and unzipped. He reached in and pulled out a swollen monster. "Damn!" Tommy exclaimed. "That IS big!" "Why don't you come over here and sit on the couch so you can see it close up," Terry demanded. Tommy got up and moved to the couch, his eyes remaining on Terry's throbbing cock. "You want to touch it?" asked Terry as he continued to stroke it. "No, I think I'll just look," said Tommy, enraptured. Terry was uncut, and that was another major difference between him and Tommy. Tommy's cut cock was over six inches long and really thick, but if he had gotten it out and compared it to Terry, it would have been tiny in comparison! As Tommy's eyes remained fixated on Terry's engorged cock, Terry slipped his pants and underwear down around his ankles and spread his legs. Terry had a sparse patch of curly pubes and balls almost the size of eggs. His equipment was massive! Terry's hand slowly worked its way up and down the shaft, his foreskin slipping over the head then back down. Low moans came from Terry's throat as he continued to masturbate, partly because of the sheer pleasure of the process and partly because Tommy was sitting right next to him and couldn't take his eyes off his stroking hand! Precum flowed copiously out of Terry's cock slit, thoroughly wetting his entire shaft. Again, Tommy couldn't tear his eyes away. He really didn't precum much at all, and it almost looked as if Terry was cumming as the nectar flowed. "Sure you don't want to touch it?" Terry asked, looking at Tommy. "No, I think I'll just watch," Tommy repeated. Terry leaned forward on the couch as he continued to pummel his horsecock. "I think I'm going to cum," Terry muttered. He reached over and grabbed several tissues out of the box on the end table, holding them underneath his cock. "Ohhhhh, man," he cried out, "I'm gonna shoot!" A big dollop of white cum shot into the tissue, followed by several others in rapid succession. Terry caught it all, though it completely filled the tissue, almost spilling over the edge. As his orgasm wound down, Terry devilishly held the tissue out to Tommy. "You want a souvenir?" he asked, laughing. "NO!" replied Tommy, almost backing away. Terry threw the soiled tissue on the floor at his feet and grabbed a couple of more, cleaning off the remaining residue. His cock, though rapidly softening after the powerful cum, still looked overly-big, and Tommy couldn't take his eyes off it. The foreskin slipped back over the head, and Terry's egg-nuts drooped down, sagging in between his thighs. "Wow," was the only sound that escaped from Tommy's mouth. Finally, after a minute or so of silence. Tommy's awkwardness came back with a vengeance. While Terry sat there with his pants around his ankles and his cock and balls sated, Tommy stood up and blurted, "I have to get going." Terry couldn't help but notice that Tommy's crotch was also swollen, but having just shot his load, he didn't have the energy to continue the party. Tommy literally squatted down a bit as he readjusted his own boner in his pants and took a step away from the couch toward the door. Terry stood up and slipped his pants back over his privates and accompanied Tommy to the door. "Man, that felt good," Terry said. "Hope you liked it." Tommy just smiled nervously and headed out the door, running in the rain the short distance to his car and heading home.
As he drove home, Tommy was simply amazed at what had just happened! He had never seen a cock that big! And if he had seen an uncut cock before, it hadn't struck him visually like Terry's did. And that load! Terry had filled up a wad of tissues with his cum. Tommy squeezed himself a couple of times through his pants as he drove, but didn't want to accidently shoot in his pants.
When Tommy got home, he was surprised that no one was there. His mom had left a note on the table. "Gone to the grocery store to get some dinner stuff. See you in a few minutes." Before he had finished reading the note, Tommy was on his way to the bathroom. He quickly pulled down his pants and underwear, his hard cock thwacking his stomach as it came out. He sat on the toilet seat and started beating off, visions of Terry's ministrations seared into his memory. It less than thirty seconds, Tommy felt his orgasm approaching. He was glad no one was home, as his moans were uncontrollably loud. He leaned back on the seat as the first pulse shot from his teen cock, traveling at least six feet to the opposite wall, where the first globs of adolescent sperm splattered and slid down the wall. Several other spurts followed, and Tommy ended up with a large area in front of him simply coated with his boyish deposits all over the wall and floor. His audible sigh suggested that it was a satisfying sixteen-year-old orgasm!
Tommy unrolled enough toilet tissue to clean off the wall and the floor where he had made such a mess, tossing it in the toilet and flushing. Then he grabbed a rag from under the sink, moistened it, and washed down the wall and the floor, making sure that there was no evidence left.
The entire rest of the evening, visions of Terry's spurting horsecock danced in Tommy's brain. As he went to bed, Tommy knew his dreams would be of what had transpired that afternoon.
And if the dreams weren't good enough, Tommy didn't realize at the time that he'd get plenty of future opportunities to watch Terry masturbate (and participate) again!