“What’s this? What are you doing?”
Caught. Caught jerking your teenage dick. You try to hide the porn magazine and pull the sheet up, but I have already made it from the door to your bedside.
“Don’t pull that sheet up. A little too late for that, don’t you think? And what are you looking at. Let me see it.”
Sheepishly, you hand me the magazine, turning crimson when you realize the page it is opened to. I look at the page, then look at you.
“You like playing with that little chubby boy while you’re looking at dirty pictures like this? Is this what gets you stiff?”
I shove the magazine in front of you, pointing to the high-gloss page. You stare dumbly at the filthy picture and feel your cock twitch. You glance at me, hoping I havn’t noticed. “Well,” I snarl, “answer me, young man.”
“I, er, I mean…”
I laugh. “Just admit it. You like it dirty. You want to do filthy things with bad girls. Like this.” I point to the page again. “What’s that guy taking up his ass? Huh? Tell me.”
As I says this, I sit on the edge of your bed. In an instant, the anger that had colored my face is replaced with a sly smile. As I take the magazine and toss it onto the floor, I push your sheet to the bottom of the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
“What?”
“I said…” I grasp both of your thighs and roughly pull you down onto your tailbone while pulling your legs a part. “…spread your fucking legs.”
“Now,” I continue, “grab that hog of yours and start stroking it. Let me see you beat off that teen cock.” I reach out, grabbing your hand and forcing your fingers around the shaft, then guide your hand up and down. “Go ahead. Up and down. That’s it. Keep it up.” I take my hand away. “Do it. Jerk that meat.”
Your cock is rock-hard again as you start playing with it, watching me watch you. You feel nasty and dirty. You like being watched. You like me watching. A drop of pre-cum is already bubbling from the head. “Oooh, look at that, I purr, “you like being a dirty little masturbater for me.”
Moving my hand over your balls, I cup them and squeeze gently. “We’re going to make little jack-off boy cum so hard,” I say. Then I put the finger of my other hand into my mouth. I raise an eyebrow while looking at you and making sucking sounds. When I pull the finger out of my mouth, it is glistening wet. “Guess where I am going to put this finger, babycakes,” I say, and you watch as I put the finger between your open thighs.
When my finger touches your asshole you almost explode. “Not yet,” I whisper, “keep stroking while I start working this finger in.” Not even realizing it you scoot down and open your legs wider. I giggle. “Oh yeah, you want it bad, don’t you?” I start pushing in and out, wiggling it around. You are moaning. It feels so fucking good.
“Do it,” I say. “Stroke that cock and shoot that teenage load of cum. Show me what a dirty little fuck you are.”
Suddenly, I jam two fingers into you, all the way to the hilt.
And you are cumming so hard that you can feel your ass clenching my fingers with every jerk of your cock as it spews in every direction.
Easing my fingers out of your ass, I lean over and kiss the gooey head of your dick. I look at you, hold up the fingers that were just in your ass and wiggle them.
“That was just the beginning. I’ll be back later with a dildo just like the one in the magazine.”
This morning, I woke up feeling frisky. If there had been a man in my bed he probably would have woken up to me giving him a blow job. But since there was no man to speak of, I had to take things into my own hands.
