It might have been a little more enjoyable if I didn't have to keep looking over my shoulder at the door to my room. I knew the lock didn't work, and that my parents had a habit to come into my room without knocking from time to time. Considering what I was up to in here, I really didn't want to get caught with my pants down. But this was unavoidable. Call it the phase of the moon, or the rain outside my window. Or maybe just call it the hidden glimpse of Kyle's smile in my mind. But whatever it was, it really made me jitter and wiggle inside. And with the exception of a few choice inches that I was holding in my hand at the moment, the rest of my body was warm jelly just thinking about him. My Kyle. His name alone gave my whole body a shiver.
I was sitting at my desk, right in front of the computer screen, with my pants down to my knees. They were down just far enough to spread my legs a little comfortably, but up just far enough to snatch them back up to my waist in case someone saw me. I'd be so embarrassed if someone saw me! And I made sure that the back of my computer chair was facing the door to give me more cover in case of emergencies or surprise.
I put some music on to mask the sounds of me touching myself. But it was also turned down low enough to hear somebody coming towards my room before they were right on me. I tried to be safe when doing this. But I always felt kind of guilty. Especially, when it came to Kyle, sigh there's that name again. Kyle. It always makes me feel all topsy-turvy inside.
I think I blushed the entire time I masturbate. I don't know I get weird about it sometimes. But I can't help it. I really can't, I feel like I do it all the time now. Maybe it's too much. I tried to stop once. But Kyle blushed at lunch that day, and it was so cute! I nearly blew up just thinking about it. He's so, cute! You know? Why he would ever want to be with me, I'll never know. All I know is that my whole world is candy whenever he pays me any attention at all. No one's ever done that for me before.
"Stan?" My mom's voice came from the bottom of the stairs, and I immediately started to panic. But tried to hold it in so she wouldn't think anything was strange.
"Yeah?" I called back.
"You can eat supper."
"Okay…" I said, waiting a few seconds to make sure she wasn't coming any closer to my room. Then I lowered my jeans again, looking back towards my computer screen.
I don't really know why I even go back to these sites anymore. No matter what hot young twink they show me, no matter what they're doing or how cute they are, I always end up turning them into Kyle anyways. He's just so awesome. How could I think of anybody else? There have even been times when I think of something cute that he did or said, and it'll drive me crazy. Or I'll think about him taking me into his bedroom, and being his usual sweet and adorable self, and I'll get so caught up in talking to his imaginary image that I'll forget that I was masturbating! Still, he's the sweetie in my life, and I cant wait until I get the nerve to tell him so.