Oh man!
I thought as I looked down at the source of the pressure in between my legs. I had a huge boner and I really needed to get rid of it. I looked up at
Danny who was still going on about the latest Freud essay. He looked excited and his hands were gesticulating frantically.
"Uh, Danny, I gotta take a shower," I said as I stood quickly and started to quickly walk across and out of the room. Danny first looked offended at being cut off, then eyed me with a look of confusion and suspicion, then concern.
"You okay, Reuven?" he called out at me.
"Yeah, just gotta shower," I called back awkwardly, before I closed the door of the room. Danny had shrugged and picked up his glasses and a book from the nightstand and began reading fervishly. Quickly I pulled into the bathroom and started the cold water running. I realized suddenly that I had forgotten to kiss the door so with one hand I touched my fingertips to my lips and then the doorframe while with the other I carefully pulled off my boxers, working hard to not let them brush my growing member. I stepped into the cold water slowly, figuring the temperature might cool down my heat. I flinched, as the cold water slid down my back, making me jump forward and cause a little thump. Damnit, I thought passively, as I reached out and turned the hot water on. I eased into the warm water, and felt all my muscles suddenly relax. The Talmud says that the ejactulation of sperm must be vaginally contained. But that was back then, they needed to population growth. They couldn't afford wasted sperm. But now? Does it still really matter? And what do I do with this? I glanced down at my penis, sticking out, hard and weeping in front of me. Tentatively I touched it and I could feel a shiver of pleasure shoot up my spine. This is being a teenager isn't it? I thought to myself as I slowly started palm myself. I felt myself hardening and heard my breath catching in the back of my throat. I pressed my penis against my stomach and rubbed the palm of my hand up and down, letting it grow in size. I thought back to the famous pinup models I saw everywhere. Plump breasts and curvy hips, poking their butts out tantalizingly. I thought back to the magazines I saw in the subway and the one my dad got mad at me about, the one I took from the dumpster around the corner from my school. I imagined myself touching the warm breasts of one of those girls, pressing my lips to their cherry red ones. I moaned softly and flicked my wrist. The water was pouring down my back, over my hot flushed skin. My muscles were tensing sporadically, and my hair was wet and disheveled from running my hands roughly through it. I needed more though, more pressure, more heat. I quickened my pace and let the soft whimpers pour out from my lips, reddened from biting them. My head started to swim in my blissful minstruations and I started falling to gut passions. I wasn't really monitoring my thoughts as they slowly changed from girls with big breasts to Danny on his knees in front of me. His head bobbing in time with my strokes. His tongue swirling around the head of my penis in time with my own thumb, swishing through my thick precum. I quickened my pace, and tightened my grip, and moaned a little too loudly. Quickly, my hand shot up to my mouth and covered it. Danny's lips were red and plump. My hand was pressed against his pale skin, now tinged pink. I trailed my fingers along his chiseled cheek as he pulled off slowly and looked up at me with his blue eyes under thick eyelashes. He looked beautiful. He leaned forward slowly and kissed the tip, before taking it into his wet mouth and sucking. I groaned against the back of my hand and tossed my head back. The water pushing my hair back, away from where it had once been plastered against my forehead. I imagined moving my hands to the back of Danny's head, bracing it and I pushing into it, again and again, my hips rocking and burying myself deeply into him. I started to buck my hips, rapidly into my hands, imagining my penis down his throat. After three short thrusts, I lost my pacing, randomly thrumming into my hand, feeling the pleasure shoot up my spine and shimmer all over my skin, my head tossed back, groaning into the palm of my hand, and imagining my penis down Daniel Saunders' throat. That's when I came. My seed shooting up onto my hand, my stomach, and some landing on the floor, all of it quickly being washed down the drain. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed, feeling worn out and tingly. I wanted to curl up in the heat of someone's arms and sleep. In the heat of Danny's arms. Somewhere, tugging on the back of my thoughts, was the concern that maybe imagining sex with a boy was wrong, but in the moment, my thoughts were erratic and sloppy and all I wanted was a warm body. I couldn't bring myself to care about complicated ethics. I reached out and turned off the water. Wrapping myself in a towel and stepping out of the shower. I'll be sleeping in Danny's bed tonight, I thought groggily, if he lets me.