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No Hands

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Cody just said “Hey, watch this,” and pulled his covers back. #Kegels

“Uh!” he had his underwear down to his ankles, and kicked them off. “Gay.”

“No it’s not,” he sat up, “Just watch,” He took a deep breath, with his legs hanging off the side, and spread wide open. “Ng!”

He grunted, and it jumped. His morning wood, more of a twig really, but just a little scrub around it.

“Are you,” Shooting blanks, I guessed.

He shook his head, and sucked in his tummy, but it kept twitching, up, and down. “Not yet.” He picked his legs up, one by one, and put them down with his hands under them. “Ng, ng!’ Grunting, and even though it was kinda gay, it didn’t really feel that way. My little brother just wanted to show me something, and after I showed him.

Well, how to beat off, and when I started cumming. It was a couple years ago, and I was pretty proud of my self. So now, he’s that age, and he wants to show off to me, but he’s really getting in a rhythm. “Snh!” His eyes closed, and probably thinking about some girl or another. At least, I hope he’s thinking about women and girls, but I don’t really believe that. Showing off made him gay, it’s not.

“Snh, huh huh!” His eyed flew open, and he grinned, looking over at me. Laying back in the bed, I stopped rubbing my crotch. Through my underwear, but then his eyes rolled up, and his eyelids went down. “Uh, huh ah!”

“Huh!” Then, it started twitching on it’s own, jumping higher, and shooting. “Wow,” it almost hit my bed, clear across the room.

“Uh, uh!” He just fell back. “Ahhhhh!” Satisfied, it flopped up, and shot one last drop up his tummy, but he just rubbed it in, and panted like he ate a big mean, then ran a mile.

“How did you do that?” Without touching it, at all. Maybe he got started under the covers, but I pulled mine back, and tucked the waistband under my nuts.

“It’s simple, you know how you’re taking a piss, and you have to stop?”

“Yeah, I just pinch it like this.” With my fingers in the ridge down the bottom. Or the top laying back on my back face up.

“Okay,” he sat back up, and scooted over. Over the mess he’d dribbled out on the edge of his sheet. “Well, how about when you’re taking a dump, and it’s so long you have to pinch it off?”

“Ew, fag.”

“I told you, it’s not gay. Even girls take shits, so it’s not even a guy thing. Just try it.”

“Imagine I’m taking a dump, and I have to pinch it off?” I closed my eyes. “Huh!” It twitched, in my fingers. “Weird.”

“Yeah, there’s some muscle in there, and it runs all the way up.” Dangling, and dripping a little, again. He felt around under his tummy. “About here.” It flopped, but then he pulled the hairy little pudge there, and let it go. “Ngh.” Grunted, and made it twitch. “It makes your balls twitch a little too.” he picked it up, “You can feel it down here.” He put one foot up, and his elbow down to show me. “Nh!”

“Huh,” I tried it again, and felt it under my balls. They didn’t twitch, but after a little practice, i got the hang of it. “And you can cum without even touching it?”

“Yeah, but after only uh.” He thought, and hopped up. “I don’t know, a few months of practice.” He shook his hand, almost pinching the air in front of his little dangle. “I still had to pull it off until the muscle got strong enough, but now I don’t even have to take my pants off, or open my fly. I can just get off any time I like, and nobody even knows it.”

“Huh, well you should probably clean up the floor.”

“Yeah,” he bent down to pick up the dirty clothes, and rolled up the ones with cumstains, so they were on the inside. Threw them on his bed, and pulled my keys out of my pants pockets. Naked, with his back turned, and his pale butt cheeks just hanging out. Round, and soft looking.

“Huh!” I wasn’t even moving my fingers, just holding it so I let go, and closed my eyes. Felt the hot spurts travel up, and splash on my tummy. “Huh!” Then, my balls jumping, and the muscle twitching in my taint. My pucker flexing, kissing and sucking at my fingertips. “Uh, huh!”

Well, he said it wasn’t gay, not me. Maybe it’s better if he keeps thinking that. “Huh!” I felt up my abs, the sticky stripes, and I missed the little mohawk of curls up to my belly button. The little triangle in the middle of my chest, spreading like wings, and felt my hard nipples. “Yeah, I guess I need to practice that. Cool!”

I wonder if he’s shown that trick to any of his friends. Middle school boys, who’ve never seen a dick like mine. Let alone bouncing, and shooting cum all over their cute little faces, and asses, and hairless little dicks.

“Huh!” It should feel gay, why doesn’t it feel gay, what’s wrong with me? I’m not gay, I have a girlfriend, and it’s not like I have to think about boys’ asses to fuck her, right? Maybe I’m just turning bisexual.

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  • Reply Abc ID:a9crihrc

    Absolute pig shit