Fifteen: Wood

Authors Note: Welp, this might be the 'dirtiest' chapter yet. However, based on the reviews I'd say most of you will appreciate that ;) Anyway, I'll stop being a perv now. Also, thank you guys for your feedback! I will never stop being amazed at how popular this series is!

Mornings are not always kind to me.

Let me rephrase that, mornings are usually not kind to me.

You see, ever since I turned fifteen I've been waking up with a, uh, small problem.

Well, not small. It's a pretty normal sized 'problem'.

Have I made it clear that I'm talking about morning wood? Because I am.

You see some days it's not that big of a deal. I wake up with it, I lie there for a few minutes and it just goes down. No big deal.

Other days are like today, where I wake up with it and the first thing I see is Ferb strutting around like some kind of sex god, all shirtless and gorgeous, and all of a sudden I know there's no way it's going down on its own.

I've already managed to make my way to the shower, sneaking my way past Ferb when his back was turned, although I doubt he would have said a word. Morning wood is one thing that even Ferb gets from time to time, although thinking about that isn't really helping my problem.

With the shower turned on and the hot water cascading down my body I feel comfortable enough to finally start taking care of my problem.

I always use a firm grip, trying to mimic the way I imagine Ferb would touch me. He's a man of action, and I don't think he'd waste any time trying to tease me. No, his hand would be firm and controlled as he used the shower water to ease the friction.

I can't help but let out a moan as I move my hand, and a part of me isn't sure if the friction caused it, or the image in my head of Ferb touching me.

I've long given up trying not to imagine Ferb when I do this. I know it's wrong to use his image for this, but I really can't help it. Maybe if he wore a shirt from time to time these things wouldn't happen. Maybe if God hadn't made Ferb a walking image of human perfection I would be able to control myself. But, alas, my life is cruel and I'm forced to bite my lip and choke back the pleasured noises that come from what is probably a combination of self pleasure and the idea that Ferb wants to touch me.

It's hard to be quiet. It's so hard to be quiet. The faster my hand moves the more please I feel and I can feel myself starting to slide down the shower wall as my legs get weaker as I get closer to finishing.

I let out a high moan and manage to cut it off just as I hear the bathroom door open.

"Oi, Phin, do you know where the blueprint book is?" Ferb asks as he shuts and locks the bathroom door, much in the same way that I should have done when I entered the bathroom.

I have a hard time stopping myself from moaning out loud at the sound of his voice. I have to put my fist in my mouth to stop myself. I hear him move over to the toilet before I'm able to calm down enough to force out an answer.

"I-It should be on the shelf." I tell him, trying to convince myself to take my hand away from my dick. It's a hard thing to do when I'm so close and the object of my affections is right there.

"It's not." Ferb says as I hear him begin to pee.

One would think that the fact that he's peeing a few feet away from me would completely turn me off, and maybe if I wasn't fifteen and my body didn't hate me it would, but instead I'm concentrated on the fact that he's so close, and his pants are down, and his voice is ringing in my ears. It's like torture.

And my dick is still in my hand, and I'm still worked up, and I just want to finish.

"Check u-under my bed." I tell him, hoping he'll leave to check. Really he knows just as well as I do the places it could be. I don't put it anywhere that he hasn't before. It's like he's just been sent her to torture me.

"Alright," he says and I actually think he's going to leave once he's done washing his hands. But once the water shuts off, I don't hear him open the door and leave.

Instead I hear him jump up to sit on the bathroom counter.

Fuck.

"Do you want to drive down to the beach today?" Ferb asks, not seeming to realize that he's caught me at a bad time.

And honestly I don't know how much longer he can believe nothing's wrong. I've already been in the shower for ten minutes and I haven't even begun to wash myself.

"Yeah, sounds good." I say as I decide that I have no choice.

I have to finish. My boner's not going down, and Ferb's not going to leave the bathroom until I'm done.

Why does this crap always happen to me?

"We could call the others." Ferb says as I begin to slowly touch myself again.

I hum in reply as begin to pick up speed. I have my fist in my mouth and I'm praying it's enough to keep myself quiet.

"We haven't had a bonfire in awhile," he mentions.

I concentrate on the sound of his voice as I continue to move my hand. Something about being able to hear him while I do this makes it feel so much better. It doesn't matter that the things he's saying aren't related to my thoughts at all. He could be telling me the weather and my body would be going nuts for it.

"Wouldn't mind spending the night on the beach actually, or if it gets cool tonight we could share the back of the car." Ferb says talking about folding down the seats in the back of his car. After folding them down there's just enough space for us to sleep next to each other.

I think about that as I continue to touch myself. Sleeping next to Ferb, so close that we'd be touching and I could hear him breathing.

"We'd keep each other warm," he says nonchalantly, but it's enough to send me over the edge.

I finally come and I have to choke back the sound as my vision goes white. My legs feel shaky, but I manage to hold myself up as I try to control the sounds of my breathing.

"Are you done?" And for a second I swear Ferb is talking about what I'd just done and not the shower.

"Just a-about. Just another minute." I say as I begin to rinse cum off of my hand.

"Alright, I'm going to go check for the book," he says before he leaves the bathroom.

There's a part of me that feels like he couldn't have timed things like that on accident, but I brush it aside. I need to hurry and get out of the shower before I start over thinking it. It wouldn't be the first time Ferb's caused multiple boners.

I still blame being fifteen.