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I have an unfathomable desire to somehow create a hilarious situation where I will be naked with an erection in front of my cousin. I'm not sure exactly why the scene plays out in my mind, a surprise of some kind based on an improbable joke and the unbridled laughter that will accompany my standing nude with my excited cock pointing up in front of me.
Maybe it's the Playboy magazines my friend Joey found in his grandfather's garage last week that have made their way into three or four different teen bedrooms in the last several days. For guys our age these are amazing treasures, obsessive elements that compliment our over-energized libidos perfectly, keeping our hormones flowing and our fingers very busy, especially before bedtime. My cousin hadn't actually seen a real Playboy before since my aunt and uncle are very strict Christians, so he is really excited – I can see his hard-on sticking out in his pants along his right leg. Even though we've been really close since we were babies we never talk about things like girl's bodies or blow jobs or jerking off – I think that's changing today while he's looking at the magazines. I feel a shiver travel up my spine that's hot and cold at the same time, something I can barely describe since I've never felt it before. It's like the shaky feeling I get when I take my clothes off in the woods, excited and scared at the same time that feels really great once I stand there and I'm completely nude. It's like there are two parts inside me: one that's scared and would rather just sit an wait till I feel different, and another that wants to go ahead and jump and not worry.
I need to formulate a plan of some kind – I can't just jump up and take my clothes off and say 'Surprise!' He could tell people I'm queer and maybe tell his parents and then my parents. . . . There's Candie next door, the older teenaged girl who wears bikinis in the backyard and has big tits that look like they're going to fall out of her top. Since my window looks out over her yard I can see her sunbathing and I find a nude girl in Playboy that looks like her and look out the window and imagine Candie is nude. My penis gets hard automatically and I can jerk off without Candie knowing what I'm doing.
“Tommy,” I begin, “Is that that actress from the space movie?” I lean toward him and look at the glossy naked woman spanning the two pages in front of him.
“Ah. . . yeah, Lisa. . . . Lisa. .
“There's a section in this one where the girls are walking around nude in the woods – that's got to be cool, a bunch of gorgeous girls nude together, outside. I think I'd take my clothes off if I was there. ”I figure I should create a vivid image to set things up – the chills are streaming through my whole body now and making me think of these ideas.
“Really?,” he asks. “Can't you get arrested or in trouble?”
“No. . . I'm sure they take the girls far into the woods where no one is going to just walk up and discover a bunch of them running around nude. They don't get arrested. ”I pause and force myself to wait a very-long moment before I add “I know I'd get hard-on in front of them. ”
He finally looks up at me, a smile across his face, and says “Well, who wouldn't?They're really gorgeous!”
I continue.
“Get out!That's crazy! Walking around like that?”
“Well. . . . ” I decide to try something special. “You know. . . I've done it already!I mean, not with a girl or anyone. .
His smile twists with astonishment. “No! Really? Get out. . . you didn't?”
“I did. .
“Really?” He sat open-mouthed with the scene playing out in his mind. “There wasn't anyone around? And you were. . .
The look in his eyes is almost cinematic – I decide to go one step further before I activate my ultimate plan. My arms are nearly shivering and my hands feel like ice and I am very excited with this whole scene. “I kept waking around and doing things and it felt really good to have it there, you know, sticking up in front of me.
“In the woods? Just standing there?” he interjects. “You didn't go somewhere. . . . ?”
“That's the whole thing. . .
“You mean. . . you just stood there. . . . and. .
I am tingling all over. “Yeah. . . . I mean, I didn't have to worry about that. . . . I'm outside. . . it won't mess anything up. ”I feel my own erection pressing desperately against its containment in my underwear.
The need to get out of my clothes is overwhelming – I make short work of my shirt, shorts and underwear. My supercharged erection springs free of its confines, bobbing several times before finding its horizontal position in front of me. I take a deep shaky breath, feel the icy blood course through every inch of me, fell the incredible excitement rolling through my insides. Time for the next step. . .
“Hey.
“Wait. . . . ah. . . oh yeah. . . . oh yeah! Geez. .
“Ahh. . . .
I can't just stand here so I begin to talk. “I was getting really horny, Tommy. . . . and I don't know. . . all the talk about the woods. . . . and jerking off. . .
Tommy backs out of the closet, shifting a bit though not nervously. “Ah. .
“Well. . . . ” I start “I hope this is okay. .
“Well. . . . ” Tommy inhales and swallows “You might as well be nude. . . I mean. . .
“I'll be honest. . . I'm usually nude when I'm in here anyway. . . so it's kind of normal. . . .
Tommy sits quietly on the bed, organizing the whole situation. He turns toward me, looking at my penis first, then up at me. “Sorry. . . I keep looking at your dick. . . ”
“It's right there. . . . . don't worry. .
Tommy laughs lightly and, of course, his gaze returns to my hard cock. He laughs and shakes his head. I laugh in response – I actually feel that satisfaction welling up as he observes me. “Tommy. . . it's okay. . . go ahead and look at it. . . I mean, it's right there, sticking up.
He looks up at me with a smile of relief, then returns his gaze to the subject at hand. “You know. . . wow. . . you've got a nice dick. . . I'm not going gay or anything.
I look down at it. “No. . . I know that. ”There's an intense drive pushing itself harder inside me. I'm not sure what I should do. . . . I'm sitting here nude with my cousin as he compliments my erection. Without a thought I reach down and grasp it – nothing earth-shattering occurs.
“Yeah. . . same with me,” Tommy tells me. “Do they hang down when you're nude outside?”
“When it got windy they tightened up,” I say as we both sit quietly observing the twin objects of discussion. After a moment I release my erection and let it bounce to its rightful place. Tommy laughs. I decide to go for humor and begin bouncing my cock, pulling it down and releasing it so it springs up.
“You're crazy. . . . ” he says laughing.
“Gee. . . I could sit and bounce my cock all day,” I comment as I continue. Amidst the tumult inside me I feel the vague stirrings that could eventually make me cum.
“You didn't check out your neighbor,” Tommy tells me still watching me play with myself. I step away from the desk I've been leaning against and walk to the window. Candie is on her back in her bikini, her face overwhelmed with large sunglasses. By habit I gently stroke myself while peeking out the window. Tommy stays on the bed watching me, it seems. I turn and say “She always looks good!” and look at Tommy who I notice is watching my stroking hand. He almost giggles.
“Oh wow. . .
I realize the whole situation has gone beyond anything my teen brain can handle and my hormones are starting to demand an end to the tease. “I. . . ah. . . ” I stop moving my cock and say “It's a habit. . . I guess. . . I'm used to doing it when I see her.
Tommy draws himself up a bit, bringing his knees together. “It's okay. . . . I mean. . . . are you going to. . . .
“I.
Tommy shifts a bit more and responds calmly “Yeah. . . . go ahead”
I return to my spot against the desk, lean my buttocks back and press my pelvis out. My erection seems overly massive and it almost feels like I'm going to shoot right now. Tommy sits quietly, his gaze fixed on the center of our afternoon event. I begin pumping my penis, feeling sensations twirl through it, feeling the surge begin deep inside me. I know this won't take very long.
“Wow!” Tommy exclaims. “You're okay? “That was. . . pretty neat. . . I mean, I'm not being weird. . . but that was really great!”
I feel myself deflate, the strange new sensations now a memory (one that will stay and demand attention in the future), almost over-vulnerable now that the whole thing has finished.
“Here. . . ” he offers it to me and says “You've got some cleaning up to do. ”
My sticky puddles cover the hardwood floor and, though I'm still nude, the clean-up isn't the best part. “Tommy. . . . was that weird? I mean. . .
“No. . . ” Tommy assures me, “It's cool.
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