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Tommy and Terry 7
Tommy continued to cull the records that were in the warehouse. He made steady progress, proud that his work was showing results. He also couldn't keep from his mind the suggestion that Terry had made about him working naked. Just the thought of that made him swell inside his jeans, which seemed to be a natural state of affairs for him. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Tommy thought that maybe it was because Terry wasn't there. Was that the turn-on for him? The very idea of getting naked when Terry asked? Of beating off whenever Terry told him to? These mental fantasies drove blood to Tommy's crotch and he found himself fully hard as he worked. After a few minutes, he just couldn't help himself.
Tommy walked to the back of the storage room where he was working, as far away from the door as he could possibly get. Then he stopped and realized he needed something, so he went around to the side and grabbed several paper towels off the rack and returned to the back area. Just walking back there with his boner rubbing against his tight jeans made him nearly shoot. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, then lifted the front of his tighty-whiteys away from his throbbing teen boner. He let the elastic tighten under his balls, mimicking the feeling he got when Terry pressed there. His mind was a vortex of pleasure as he began the familiar up-and-down jerking of his raging erection. In less than a minute, he felt his eruption drawing close. He held the paper towel out of front of him and pointed his cock toward it. His steamy jizz shot a long rope onto the outstretched towel, followed by several others, testament to the teenage churning in his balls. Fortunately, none of his splooge shot over the paper towel, so he was able to wrap it up and wipe himself off without further mess. He tucked the cum-wet paper towel onto a shelf, mindful that he needed to take it away when he was done for the day in case anyone came into the warehouse. The necessary jerkoff was only temporary relief for Tommy, as his mind continued to focus on his newfound experiences as he worked.
At the end of his shift, Tommy locked up the warehouse, stuffed the still-damp paper towel into his back pocket, and walked back toward the main building to drop off the key. He stopped by the bathroom, figuring that it was safe to dispose of the masturbatory evidence here, which he did. Then he washed his hands, checked himself in the mirror, and opened the bathroom door to leave. Mr. Morgan was right outside the door, getting ready to enter the bathroom. "Good afternoon," he said to Tommy with a smile, who held the door open to him. "Thanks." Mr. Morgan entered the room as Tommy walked down the hall, wondering if what Terry had seen him do previously might happen again. Tommy dropped the key off in the office and started to leave. But his curiosity drove him back toward the bathroom. Though he wasn't at all interested in Mr. Morgan, just the very idea that an adult might be masturbating seemed to be a compelling reason to at least check out what was going on in the bathroom.
Checking both ways in the hall to make sure no one else was around, Tommy opened the door to the bathroom and entered. Mr. Morgan was nowhere to be seen. Tommy walked over to the sink and turned on the water as if he was going to wash his hands. He looked across the bathroom at the stalls and bent over to see if what Terry had seen was being repeated. BINGO! Tommy saw exactly what Terry had described the first time he visited the warehouse. Mr. Morgan was sitting in reverse on the toilet, and his pants were around his ankles. He HAD to be masturbating! Tommy quickly stood up, washed his hands again, and left the bathroom. This would have to be something he reported to Terry!
As Tommy walked toward his car, his mind swirled with teenage fantasy. It seemed that everywhere he went at work, there was jerking off happening! He kind of chuckled to himself, but still felt the rush of blood to his teen cock. In a moment of bravado, he decided to drive by Terry's apartment to see if he was there to report on what had happened. On that short drive, he saw Terry walking down the sidewalk towards work. He pulled over just as Terry drew near and rolled down his window. "Hey," he called out. Terry heard him and that lascivious smile spread across his face as he walked towards Tommy's car. "What are you up to?" asked Terry, leaning in at the window. "Guess what I just saw?" responded Tommy. "Tell me!" said Terry. "Mr. Morgan..." and Tommy left the rest of his sentence unfinished. "Ohhhhh," said Terry. "Drive me around real quick while you tell me about it." Terry got into the passenger seat, and Tommy started driving, providing details about what had just happened. When he got to the part about going back to the bathroom to see if Mr. Morgan was in one of the stalls, Terry reached over and groped Tommy, who was already hard. Tommy moaned audibly when Terry did that. "Did you see any movement when you looked under the stall?" asked Terry as he continued to grope and squeeze Tommy's bulging crotch. "I didn't watch for that long," said Tommy. "As soon as I realized that he was sitting backwards on the toilet, I left, because I knew what he was doing."
Since Tommy was driving while talking about this happening, he had to maintain some awareness of his surroundings even while Terry groped and squeezed. "We don't have time to go back to my apartment," Terry said. "I was on my way to work. But pull over into that parking lot up ahead." Tommy saw the grocery store up ahead on the right, and he turned into its parking lot. "Head over to that corner," said Terry, pointing out the area farthest from the entrance. Before he could fully park the car, Terry was already tugging at Tommy's zipper. "Get it out for me," said Terry. Tommy looked around and saw that no one was parked nearby. He shifted his position and unzipped his jeans, pulling his hard teen cock out without pulling his jeans down. Terry grabbed it and started jacking Tommy off. "Did you like what you saw Mr. Morgan doing?" asked Terry in a way that caused Tommy to shiver. "Yes," replied Tommy. "Everybody likes to beat their meat," said Terry lustfully as he continued to jack Tommy's cock. "Yes," said Tommy again. "I want you to cum for me again," said Terry. It was the order that Tommy's teen mind wanted to hear. "Do you want me to beat you off or do you want to do it for me?" asked Terry as he continued to stroke Tommy. "I don't have any tissue," said Tommy fretfully, realizing that he had started something that would end up in cum being shot, but without anything to clean it up. As Terry continued to jerk Tommy, he simultaneously looked around and saw that there was still no one nearby. Terry quickly bent over and took Tommy's cock into his mouth, moving up and down with his lips and sucking. Tommy groaned and almost immediately shot his wad into Terry's mouth. Terry continued to suck until Tommy's orgasm was complete, then sat upright in his seat. "Yumm," said Terry as he licked his lips. "That tasted good." Tommy kind of grinned in agreement, and looked down at his protruding cock, which was still mostly hard. Another bead of teen spunk bubbled out, and Terry bent over once again to slurp it up. "Leave it out while you drive me to the office," said Terry.
Tommy backed out of the parking space, checking once again to make sure no one was nearby who could have seen them. The coast was clear. He started driving toward the office. Terry thrust his hips forward, drawing Tommy's attention even as he drove. "You've got me hard," said Terry. "I might have to take a break at work tonight and go into the bathroom and do the same thing Mr. Morgan did." He laughed gleefully. Tommy involuntarily throbbed again in post-orgasmic fashion. As Terry continued to rub himself through his pants, accentuating his huge boner, Tommy drove into the office garage and pulled up a few yards away from the entrance. "Do you need to wait until that's gone down some?" asked Tommy, nodding towards Terry's obvious protrusion. "Nope," Terry said proudly. "If anyone looks, I want them to see it." He chuckled lecherously.
"Thanks for sharing your story and your jizz," said Terry as he opened the door and stepped out. "The next time I see you, I want you to tell me again, but you have to get yourself off for me, understood?" Tommy nodded, his still visible teen cock throbbing again at the thought. "Put that away before someone see it," said Terry with a smile. Tommy quickly stuffed his teen peen back into his jeans. "See you later," said Terry, as he walked toward the entrance.