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Under the Stall
I've always loved being naked. Nothing feels better than air touching my bare flesh. When I was a little kid, I was allowed to run around the house wearing nothing. Remember giggling as my father would chase after me, playfully calling out for me to put on my pull-ups.
My mother never approved of such behavior. Unlike my father's playful rebukes, my mother would yell and scream at me to put on clothes or to keep them on. I remember feeling ashamed to even take off my socks when she was around. Years later, I discovered that my mother had been abused, and her reaction to my nakedness was a result.
As I got older, I found ways to be naked without my mother finding out. One of them was a fort I had in our backyard. I would go out there and play like normal kids, but I always did it naked. Occasionally, my father would come out, chuckle and play, though he kept his clothes on.
My parents divorced when I was 10, and I very rarely saw my father. He moved out of state to be with his new family, and the courts said I had to live with my mother. As soon as she found out what I was doing in the fort, she had it torn down. Even after discovering what happened to her, I still have a hard time letting it go. I felt like she had stolen something from me, the way she had her innocence stolen.
Being naked was no longer a game to me. It was a desperate need, like eating or breathing. As I got older, I demanded a lock for my room. My mother resisted, but my mom's older brother convinced her to let me have one.
"Every boy needs privacy, especially from his mother," Uncle Dale said. I never much liked my uncle, but he came through that time.
"What if he's doing something he's not supposed to?" My mom retorted.
"Do you want to walk in, seeing your kid jerking off in mid-orgasm?"
That was enough to convince my mom...It also sparked an interest for me. I was about 12 when I got the lock and had started puberty. My friends and I mentioned "jerking off," but I had no idea what it was, so I got on the internet and found a whole new world.
As I watched men and women having sex, I greatly noticed how hard my dick got...but I noticed it only got hard when a guy was in the video; girl-on-girl did nothing for me. Then I moved onto threesomes, but only with two guys and a girl. The ones that turned me on the most always had the guys doing stuff with each other. Eventually, as you may have guessed, I found gay porn...and I was hooked!
At first, despite the porn, I was doing it wrong. I gripped too hard, never used lube, went too fast and eventually, hurt myself. Since everything you need to know was on YouTube, I decided to go there and learn how to properly jerk off. Despite the lack of nudity (prudes), I actually learned a lot. Once I started correcting my method, jerking off became a habit...the best kind of habit.
I would wake up and jerk off. If I had time before school, I'd jerk off. If I got horny at school (which happened a lot), I'd jerk off in the bathrooms during class; not enough time between classes. I would jerk off when I got home from school, maybe before and/or after dinner and at least once before I went to sleep, usually in the bath or shower, with the rare occasion in my bed. You'd figure my balls would hurt from being emptied all the time, and that is true, every once in a while; however, my balls were generally fine.
One day at school, in the 6th grade, I went to the boys room during English class. I went in the middle of class to minimize the chances of getting caught.
Now, would probably be a good time to mention that I get naked when I use the toilet. I know it isn't very common, but when I was little, my parents would remove all of my clothes, so I wouldn't soil myself when potty training. As much as that worked, it also left me with the inability to use a toilet with clothes on. Dad, of course, knew about this and let it go, but I think Mom assumed I just took a long time to take a shit.
I walked into the small bathroom and made sure I was alone. I even checked under the stall walls and pushed open doors. I grew up in a warm climate, so it wasn't unusual for me to wear sandals and shorts. I went to the last stall, closed and locked the door behind me, and began to remove my clothes. I started with my shirt, which I put on a hook attached to the door; I think it was meant for backpacks. I then kicked off my sandals, feeling the cool tile under my bare feet. I finished sliding my shorts and underwear off and placing them on the hook with my shirt. To not raise too much suspicion, I slipped my feet back into my sandals, so it looked like I was still dressed.
By the time I sat on the toilet seat, my 5" hard cock was dripping pre-cum. I knew I didn't have a lot of time before someone was sent looking for me, but I also loved savoring the feel of my hand going up and down my shaft, making sure to rub the head and get as much pre-cum as possible.
I stroked slowly with my right hand and used my left to play with my balls and rub my inner thighs and taint. I loved how pushing on the space between my balls and asshole made my dick tingle and feel good. Occasionally, I'd get adventurous and lightly touch my anus, especially when I was cumming. That day, I kept it basic though.
I fantasized about my best friend Caleb. He was straight, but it didn't stop me from wanting him. We often slept in the same bed when staying at the other's house. Caleb was also a heavy sleeper, and though I wanted to take advantage of it, I could never bring myself to. Instead, I would use those desires to get off.
In that particular fantasy, it was summer and very hot. We were forced to sleep in our underwear. The light of the full moon filled my room with a magical, silver-blue glow. My windows wide open, as were the curtains. I could even smell the night blooming jasmine and honeysuckle outside my window. Despite the heat, Caleb and I were laying next to each other. Sweat dripped down his soft, pale flesh, and we couldn't stop looking into each other's eyes.
"Dude, I'm still hot," he whispered.
"Me too," I whispered back.
"Do you want to take off your briefs?"
"Only if you do," I replied.
"Might as well," Caleb sighed. "They're so sweaty I can practically see through them."
I looked down and, sure enough, our white briefs were almost translucent. I looked at Caleb, searching for the same eagerness I was feeling, and I found it coming to the surface of his light blue eyes.
"Ready?" He breathed.
"Ready," I said softly.
We put our thumbs under the bands of our underwear and slowly pushed them down....
I was pulled out of my fantasy by a thud next to me. I stopped stroking, trying in vain to cover my raging hard on, when I saw a shadow move in the stall next door. I held my breath. I had sworn nobody else was in there when I came in; I checked, but I also didn't hear anyone else come in. My heart raced. Did they know what I was doing? If they did, would they tell? I didn't dare call out.
After a minute or so, the shadow didn't move or do anything else, so I rationalized that I might have misheard things. I gripped my dick and started to stroke again, trying to bring myself back to Caleb. It took only a second to get back in the rhythm, as it was my favorite fantasy.
My cock thumped against my belly, but it was Caleb's I was desperate to see. Caleb slid his own briefs down and there was another thump as his own cock, just bigger than mine hit his stomach. Then there was another thump.
Again, I was forced out of my dream and looked over. This time I was shocked. From under the stall wall, I could see the small camera of a phone and small fingers holding it still. Someone was recording me...and from the shadow on the floor next to me, I could see fast movements. I assumed, whoever was watching me, was jerking off to me.
I don't know why I did it, but I turned a little on the seat, so the boy next door could get a better view, but not quite exposing my full, naked body. As I did this, he turned to. I could only see his black and red Nikes, his pushed down jeans and blue boxer briefs. The little flesh I could also see was pale with a few sparse hairs, much like mine.
I changed my fantasy from being in my room, naked with my best friend, to thinking this boy perv next to me was Caleb. The more I got into thinking it was my best friend secretly recording me and getting off to my young body, the more of my body I exposed to the camera. And the more I turned, the more the other boy turned, too.
We were facing each other, with only a couple thin sheets to metal dividing us. I put my right foot on his left. He stopped jerking off and pulled his feet back. I thought I scared him off, till I realized he was still holding the camera. Another minute and he put his bare feet across the barrier, rubbing his naked toes against mine. I almost lost my load. I had never had sex or come close with anyone else, so that was more intimate than I had ever been to that point in my young life.
Unable to control myself, I slid off the toilet and sat on the floor, still facing my voyer. My legs extended to the otherside. The camera disappeared, but I remained seated. I heard some rushed movements and the boy next door sat across from me and close enough for me to finally take in the sight of his young, lush body. He was on the heavy side, but I didn't mind. His dick was about as big as mine and didn't have foreskin either.
I scooted closer and he moved in kind. I gasped as I felt the head of my cock touching the dripping head of his. I reached out and gently took his cock and began jerking him off. He gave a sigh and I could tell his voice was higher pitched than mine. He reached across and took my boner in his hand. The boy's chubby hand was so soft and his grip was tender. I wanted to cum right then and there.
I got lost in our naughtiness. I didn't care what time it was. I wanted to stay like that forever. I felt my balls tighten and I cried out as I shot my cum all over the boy and his junk. Awash with lust and ecstasy, I felt my partner's cock quiver before hot cum covered my hand, cock, balls and stomach. He gave a little squeal as I rubbed his sensitive head.
We managed to catch our breath at the same time. Before he pulled away, I felt him give my cum covered hand a gentle squeeze. Being fully naked, I knew I could never catch up with him. I tried looking for him between the gaps in the stall door, but it was no use. By the time I was cleaned off and dressed, my jerk buddy was gone.
I went back to class and was told off by my teacher. I didn't care. My mind was occupied trying to remember every detail I could. I needed to find the chubby boy wearing jeans and Nikes. In every class, during each break and at lunch, I checked out every boy I could see. I even looked at some of the teachers, but nobody matched the description I was looking for. I was actually heart broken. I didn't care that some stranger had recorded me jerking off; some part of me was very turned on by it, but I wanted to see the boy next to me. I needed to know who he was.
I went to Caleb's house after school and was completely depressed. When he asked me what was wrong, I told Caleb that I wasn't feeling very well and wanted to go home. Once I got home, I went straight to my room and fell on my bed. Mom got me for dinner, but I wasn't hungry. Dad made me eat about half of my food before I could leave the table.
Unable to sleep, I decided to try to at least get some homework done. After I got my computer going, I got an email notification. I was annoyed that it could've been spam, but something made me check it. It was an email from someone called, "A Fan," and it was from my school's network. My heart jumped as I opened it. The email had two attachments and read, "Sorry I left before. Can we do it again?"
Against my better judgment, I opened the first attachment. It was a video of me jerking off. Apparently, the boy kept recording even after we sat across from each other. I got an instant hard on. I opened the second attachment, and it was a video of the boy in his room. He was fully naked and on his bed. I instantly recognized him as a boy named Pat, who was in the grade ahead of me. His hairless, slightly chubby body gave a little jiggle as he jerked his cock. His short blonde hair made him look younger than he was.
I pulled out my cock and recorded my reply. In the email text, I wrote, "Can you stay the night on Saturday? Your new friend and fan."
THE END