Tommy’s Masturbation Problem

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Chapter 1

I stood up and faced the moderator. She pointed to the group of girls and boys sitting there indicating that I should address them. I turned and faced the audience. I fixed my gaze on a face: my ten-year-old cousin, Karen, my sponsor. So, I hesitantly started and admitted, “My name is Tommy Rice. I am 13 years old and I am a masturbator.”

I began masturbating as a toddler. I liked how good it felt when I rubbed my penis through my pants with my hand. It was a crude, rubbing of my palm against the crotch of my shorts. I really didn’t understand why this activity upset my mom, some neighbors and my pre-school teachers so much, but I do remember them having conversations about it.

After being told enough times not to do it, I stopped: at least in public. I still rubbed myself when I thought nobody was looking. In private like when I was in my bedroom or in the bathroom, I’d pull down my pants or pajamas so I could look at it and touch it directly.

I experimented with different ways of rubbing it. One of my favorites was to spit on it and rub the head between my thumbs and two first fingers. This would make it big (well, bigger than it was) and hard. Once I got it this way, I could keep rubbing it and it made it feel good.

I also discovered I could make it feel good if, after getting it hard, I rubbed it with both palms like I was making a “snake” out of clay.

These were my two favorite methods of masturbation until an event that happened when I was about 6 years old. That’s when I met Abbey and Alice.

The Benson girls became my babysitters after old Mrs. Green became too sick to look after me when my parents went out. Alice was my age and Abbey was 15. Mrs. Benson was one of the neighbors who had caught me doing it when I was younger and I remember her talking to my mom about it.

Alice was just a kid like me and fun to play with. She was OK – for a girl. Abbey was more like a real girl. She wore skirts and had a boyfriend.

“It” happened one night as my parents were out with the Bensons. They went out a lot together. The “it” was that Abbey caught me rubbing my crotch. I thought I was alone and I didn’t have the time to undress and do it the way I really liked.

Suddenly I was startled by her voice. “Tommy, what are you doing?”

Dropping my hands to my sides I immediately responded, “Nothing.” That was an answer she refused to accept.

“You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?”

“No.” I tried to deny.

“Don’t lie to me, boy. Your mom told me to watch out for that and if I caught you doing it, I was to spank you.”

“Please don’t. I won’t do it again. Give me another chance.” I pleaded.

I saw a smile on her face. I thought I was forgiven and off the hook, but that was not to be the case.

“OK,” she said, “I won’t spank you and I won’t tell my mom, but you have to do what I tell you.”

“OK.”

“We’re going back to my sister’s room and you are going to take off your clothes and you are going to play with yourself while my sister and I watch.”

I swallowed hard, but said nothing. Abbey took me by the hand and led me to Alice’s room where she was playing with her dolls.

“Alice, Tommy has something to show you, but you have to promise to keep it a sister-secret.”

I had no idea what a “sister-secret” was, but I got the idea that it was more than a regular secret.

Alice agreed and Abbey told me, “Tommy, take off your clothes.”

Alice giggled as I got undressed but didn’t seem shocked by what she saw. She said, “He’s not as big as Jeremy.”

“Who is Jeremy?” I asked.

“He’s my 9-year-old cousin. Abbey made him make pee while we watched last year.”

It impressed me that both girls knew what a boy looked like while I had no idea about girl parts beyond a vague idea that they didn’t have what I had. I felt sorry for them. It was so much fun to play with it.

Abbey directed me to the center of the room and had me face the bed where the two girls sat.

“Now go ahead and play with yourself,” she ordered.

Since I was naked, I didn’t have to use the crotch rubbing technique. I started to thumb myself.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m playing with it like you told me.”

“I thought you used your palm?”

“Oh, I can do that too,” I said, switching to my “making a clay snake” mode of masturbation.

“That’s so cool,” Alice piped in.

I continued until I got what I called “the wigglies.” It happened when I felt good and it made my whole body stiff and I shivered and breathed funny.

“What’s he doing,” Alice asked.

“He’s cumming,” she said.

“What’s that?” The younger girl asked.

“If a boy rubs his penis long enough, it makes it feel good and he squirts this stuff out of it. That’s called cumming; I guess because the stuff comes out.”

“But he didn’t squirt anything.”

“I think that’s because he’s too young. I think a boy has to be like 12 or 13 to make his penis cum for real.”

“Oh.”

The girls kept me naked for the rest of the evening. At one point, Abbey made me show them the thumbing method and Abbey said, “I have to try that with my boyfriend.”

This got me thinking, “Is this what girls and boys do on dates? Is it what girls do to make boys like them or is it what boys do to impress the girls?”

We played some more and then Abbey asked me, “Tommy, do you ever jerk off?”

“No. I don’t think so.” I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Stand still in front of the bed with your hands on your head. Alice, come here and look.”

Abbey took hold of my penis and demonstrated the technique for her sister. It felt funny having someone else touch me there, but I liked what she was doing, and soon gave me a good case of the wigglies.

“That looks like fun!” Alice observed. “Can I do it?”

“Let’s give him a rest, and then you can try it and then we’ll have to let him get dressed before mom and dad come back.”

I liked the feel of Alice’s hand on my penis (if I heard the word correctly) and with coaching from her sister she made me cum (another new term learned that day).

I got dressed after that and the evening ended but I learned a new way to masturbate and I liked it very much.

I took advantage of every opportunity to be alone with the girls. I went over to play with Alice every chance I got. Abbey had no interest in my tiny penis, but Alice still liked to play with it when she could. She had friends and would jerk me off in front of them. That made her very popular among the girls in her class and I enjoyed being the center of attention and being liked by the girls as well. Of course, being jerked off was always pleasurable, and I liked watching the girls’ faces when Alice did it to me.

Alice and Abbey moved away when I was 8. I lost my best friend and masturbation partner. I had to use my own hand, and that was not as satisfying.

I was a ruined boy. I was addicted to masturbation and rare was the day when I could manage to get through it without doing it.

Life was good and I kept my private pleasure just that: private. I wondered if other boys did it and when I heard some of them use the term “jerk off,” I put two and two together and figured out that they did.

But I really missed the girls, especially Alice. It was more fun when she did it to me. It worked out well for each of us. For me, I was proud to show off what I could do, even though all I did visibly was get big and hard and wiggle at the end of it.

She, on the other hand, became very popular with other girls and it stroked my ego a lot to be the center of attention as she showed me off to them.

I could still remember the looks on her friends faces when they watched her do me or when she let some of them do it to me.

Now it was a lonely act. I was alone and had to keep it private and couldn’t even talk to other people about it. I had some male friends, but to them, at that age, girls were the enemy and there was some talk about seeing girls naked, not the other way around.

So, although I did it, I was doing it for the “wrong” reasons when compared to other boys. When they did it, they looked at pictures of naked women in magazines. When I did it, I imagined clothed girls watching me do it, or even better, doing it to me.

-=o=-

I had no idea what the term addiction meant at that age. All I knew was that I had to masturbate and did it every day and several times a day when I could.

I’d invent all kinds of ways of rubbing my penis with my hands and with various objects and most of them worked to an extent, but when the novelty wore off, the satisfaction wore off with it.

Just doing it in my room or the bathroom wasn’t enough. I longed for the participation of a girl when I did it.

When I could, I closed the blinds in my room and opened them a crack to look at the girls across the street playing, imagining I was out there with them jumping rope, bouncing a ball, playing hop-scotch or playing other games with them, but in my fantasy, they were dressed in their tops, shorts and sneakers and I was totally naked.

The girls, Barbara and Peggy, were sisters aged 8 and 6, I guessed. Several years younger than me, but about the same age as Alice when we played together. Sometimes they were also joined by other girls and that only added my viewing enjoyment.

Being able to masturbate while watching them was a rare treat for me since the girls obviously played outside only during the day: the same time when my mom was at home and awake. So, most of the time, I sat there with blinds open and getting a hard on in my pants. Since I couldn’t risk getting caught by mom, palm rubbing again became my primary means of masturbation.

That was the story of my life for the next couple of years. I watched as the girls grew up and went from merely “cute” to “pretty.” I was beginning to be attracted to them in ways other than they were just girls. I began to go out of my way to say hello to them and be friendly to them.

Then one day, “it” happened. I was 12 years old. My penis had been growing over the past year. “wigglies” were getting stronger and stronger and this only deepened my addiction to rubbing my penis. One day while watching the girls and rubbing my crotch, I not only got the wigglies, but I also felt warm and wet: I thought I had peed my pants, but soon learned it was something else.

I wiped myself clean and threw away the underwear (how could I explain their condition to mom?). I also learned my lesson: crotch rubbing through my pants was no longer an acceptable means of masturbation unless I had an infinite supply of underwear.

From now on, I’d have to sit there, frustrated as I watched the girls play. I had to delay my pleasure until evening when everyone else was in bed and I had the privacy to get naked in my room along with a box of tissues.

The best I could do is recall the events of the day, imagining the girls playing and then coming over and them being in my room with me watching me just like Alice and her friends did. Oh, how I wanted to be the star of some girl’s fantasy!

I had to take action. When you’re 12 years old, you don’t fully think out your plans or consider that they may have consequences. My plan was to step up my relationship with the girls.

It was difficult at first. I decided that the best way to gain their confidence was to play with them, even if it did mean keeping all my clothes on. But how could I do this? They were significantly younger than me and they played mostly “girl games.”

So I invited them to go bike riding with me. Riding bicycles is a gender-neutral activity and it could be shared with children of all ages.

My stomach was doing flip-flops when I approached them for the first time. I don’t know why; they were just little girls.

I walked by bike across the street and said, “Barbara, would you and your sister like to ride your bikes with me. I don’t like to ride alone.”

“OK,” she agreed, “but I’ll have to check with my mom first.”

I met with their mom who asked, “Where will you be going. I don’t want the girls off the block with their bikes.”

“I was thinking of going to the park.”

“I don’t know. That means you’ll have to cross Benjamin Avenue.”

Meanwhile both girls were pleading with their mom, “Please mom. Can we go. We’ll be careful.”

I defended the girls, “I’m a big boy. I’ll make sure that we cross at the light and that we walk the bikes across the intersection.”

“Well, OK.”

Both girls jumped up and down with joy at the announcement.

“But have them home by 4:30,” their mom warned.

“Yes, ma’am.” I was sure I would do it. I was not going to ruin a good thing by messing up on a technicality.

We got on our bikes and started off. “So you girls go to school?” I asked.

“I’m going to be in the 4^th grade,” Barbara proudly announced and then added, “Peggy’s going into 2^nd grade. What about you?”

“I’ll be starting at McAllen Middle school in the fall.”

That seemed to impress the girls as they both said, “Wow.” I guess to them I seemed like an adult and in some ways I was: I was their ticket off the block and to the park.

The plan was beginning to work. Although I spent a good deal of time peddling my bike with a hard-on, I was actually enjoying the girls’ company. For their part, they were proud to be hanging out with an older boy (at least Barbara was) and often suggested that we ride to some of their friends’ houses to “show me off.” This, of course, inflated my ego and added more girls to fantasize about at night when I jerked off.

Gradually, I started introducing more intimate topics into our conversation.

“So are you girls taking sex ed in school?” I knew darn well that it was a 4^th grade subject.

“I think I’ll start this year,” Barbara said. “We did a thing on amoebas and flowers this year.”

“Ah, OK. So, you haven’t started with human reproduction yet.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you know what boys look like ‘down there?’” I asked.

“Of course we do. My Aunt Felicity was pregnant and before our cousin Frank was born, mom got us each a doll and it was a boy doll and it has a penis on it that makes pee.”

Peggy added, “Aunt Felicity lets us help change Frank’s diapers when we visit. That will come in handy when we grow up and become babysitters.”

“Have either of you girls seen an older boy?”

Peggy shook her head no, but Barbara admitted, “Back when I was in the first grade, my friend Amy and I watched her little brother make pee. He was about 6 at the time.”

My next question was more difficult but I had to cross the line if my plan was going to work. “Would you do it again if you had the chance?”

“I don’t know,” Barbara admitted. “I mean, I know what boys look like, and watching them make pee was fun. The only problem is, that we didn’t know any better then. I’d be afraid to ask a boy to make pee for me now.”

I looked at Peggy. She said, “I don’t know. I didn’t see it.”

It was now or never. I had to make the offer. My stomach was in a knot and the lump in my throat made speaking difficult. “I’d make pee for you girls if you want.”

There was a moment of silence. I’m sure it was only a moment, but to me an eternity.

Finally, Barbara spoke up, “You’d do that for us?”

Her sister was more enthusiastic as she interrupted, “I want to see. Barbara made it sound like so much fun!”

“Why?” was Barbara’s follow-on question.

I tried to play it cool. “Well, because I have to go (not entirely true) and I like you girls (totally true).”

“Where can we do it?” Peggy asked. I knew I had made the sale with her.

“How about you, Barbara? Do you want to see it?”

“OK, I guess.”

We rode our bikes onto a dirt path that led into the woods. We parked them and I led them to some bushes where I did the deed. I had them stand in front of me and off to the side so they would get a good view. I wanted a good view of them too.

I unzipped my pants and took it out. Of course, it was at least partially erected.

Barbara commented, “Wow, it’s big!” I am sure that my penis was significantly larger than what they saw on their dolls or their infant cousin or even what Barbara witnessed on her friend’s kid brother.

Normally I look down when I pee, but this time I wanted to see the girls’ faces. I could tell they were surprised. Even Barbara’s eyes got wide and she bit her lower lip. Peggy was literally bouncing up and down with excitement.

Now that it came down to it, my bladder got shy. I found it hard to pee with other boys around. Now I’m exposed to a couple of girls and not just girls, but the objects of my fantasies. So I just held it out there under their gaze until I could relax enough to urinate.

I could feel it coming and I didn’t have to look. Peggy started giggling and Barbara fixed her stare. I kept the stream going forcing out even to the last drops.

“Oh ,wow!” I heard Peggy say with a hushed voice.

“That was great,” her sister concurred.

“Now that you’ve seen it,” I concluded, “you’ll know what to expect when you take human reproduction in sex ed next year.”

Barbara got a puzzled look on her face. “What does knowing what a boy’s penis looks like have to do with human reproduction?”

“A lot,” I replied. “However, it’s something that only big girls should know about.” I had baited the hook and now was trolling it in front of them. Also I was getting hard knowing the direction in which I would steer the conversation.

“Ah, OK. Then this is going to take some explaining. Now I want to let you know that what I am about to tell you is very sensitive and I don’t want you talking to anyone else about it. Not your friends and not even your parents. You promise to keep it a secret?”

I got a pair of “Yeses” so I proceeded.

I gave them a verbal lesson on “the birds and the bees” with a particular emphasis on male anatomy and the subject of ejaculation.

I took it as far as I could at the moment. I was shaking on the inside. All I could manage was to say, “Next time, I’ll show you something special.”

“What is it?” Peggy asked.

“You’ll see,” was all I could commit to.

“Does it involve your, um, penis?” Barbara asked. I could tell she was a bit reluctant to use the word.

I nodded, “Then we can do it again tomorrow?” she went on.

“Of course,” I agreed. If the truth be known, I wanted to do it right there and then, but I was at least smart enough to realize that I had to bring the girls along.

I put my penis back in my pants and zipped up. Before I could get back on my bike, Barbara gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. Peggy took her turn as well.

I couldn’t remember the trip back. My mind was already in the future. I bid the girls goodbye at their front gate and walked my bike across the street. My penis was begging for relief.

I fought off all thoughts of masturbation that night. I knew that I was good to squirt about 15 minutes after my last cum so there was no doubt that could put on a good show even if I did beat my dick to death that night. However, I didn’t want to put on a good show. I wanted to put on a great show.

I don’t think I had a waking or sleeping moment with my penis not erected. I couldn’t wait until 10 AM to meet up with the girls. I was too excited to eat breakfast.

-=o=-

I was pleased when I looked out the window prior to going out. The girls were at their gate with their bikes all ready to go. The only thing missing was me.

I got my bike and marched it across the street to meet them. “Are you girls ready?” I asked.

I got a couple of nods and we rode off. We were barely at the end of the block when Barbara asked, “Are you still going to do that ‘special thing’ for us?”

I smiled. She was hooked. “Sure, if you want to see it.”

“I want to see it,” she replied.

“Me too!” said Peggy with even more enthusiasm.

We didn’t even stop at the playground and rode directly to the place where I had made pee for them the day before.

This time I stood in front of them and started to undo my belt.

“What are you doing?” Barbara asked.

“I’m pulling down my pants. It works better that way.”

“OK.”

The girls were impressed as I first slid down my pants and then my underwear. They were impressed with seeing my penis the day before, but today they also got to see my pubic hair and balls.

“It doesn’t look like it did yesterday,” Peggy observed.

“That’s because it isn’t hard,” I responded. “We’ll change that as soon as I start playing with it.”

“Playing with it?”

“You’ll see.”

I wrapped my hand around my organ and pulled the skin on the shaft over the head.

Barbara giggled, “It looks like a turtle sticking its head in and out.”

I pumped myself to full hardness and stopped to show the girls.

“Wow, it’s sticking out on its own,” Peggy said.

Her sister asked, “What’s that thing you were just doing? It’s not like you did yesterday when you peed. You just held it then.”

“Us boys call it jerking off.”

“I heard some boys say that. So that’s what they mean.”

“Oh, I’m not half way done.” I admitted.

“You’re going to do it some more?”

“Yes. It will take a little while, but I’ll tell you girls when to pay attention.”

I started jerking again and then I stopped.

“What’s that?” Peggy asked pointing at the drop of clear viscous liquid dripping from the end of my penis.

“It’s called pre-cum. It means I’m getting excited.”

“I’m excited,” Peggy admitted.

“Well then, let’s get this show really going.” I resumed my jerking with reckless abandon.

I was at it less than a minute when I could feel myself peaking. I always came fast when fantasizing about the girls, but now they were here, right in front of me, watching me, witnessing me do it for real.

I nodded vigorously, “Now! … Look at it … pay attention” I tensed up and grunted as I felt the semen gush from the end of my penis. I could tell from the way it felt and from the girls’ reaction that it was an impressive cum.

Barbara’s eyes were wide and she was biting her lower lip in a wry smile. Peggy was jumping up and down and screeching, “Look what he did. Look what he did.”

It was the best cum I ever had until then. My cums were always better when Alice or her friends watched me and my cums are now more than twice as strong as they used to be before they were wet cums. This was a wet cum with two girls watching. I felt like I was turning myself inside out.

“What is that,” Barbara finally managed to ask after all of us calmed down.

“That’s sperm: the stuff that makes babies.”

“Oh wow. I never imagined that it would come out like that. Can you do it again?”

“Yes, I can, but I have to wait a while.”

“OK. How long?”

“I don’t know. 30 minutes maybe.” The truth is I was still horny enough to try it again immediately on the heels of my first cum. “Let’s ride around a bit.” I finally suggested. I needed to get my mind off what I just did and what I knew I would be doing again. I was tied up too tight inside.

I pulled my underwear and pants back up and mounted my bike. We were off and riding around the park, killing time. I could see that the girls were checking out the crotches of the boys speculating about what might be hidden behind the cloth.

We returned to our secret place and I did it again for them. I rode home warm and contented. Not a word was said until we were in front of the girls’ house.

“Same time tomorrow?” Barbara asked.

-=o=-

I continued my bike rides to the park almost every day with the girls throughout the summer. When school came, we could only manage it on weekends. I still watched for them at my window when they came home from school. Sometimes, they would even come back out to play briefly before being called to dinner.

I still jerked off every day except Mondays and Fridays. I skipped Fridays so I would have a full load of cum in my balls when I’d masturbate for them on Saturday. I skipped Mondays since I would force myself dry with multiple cums for the girls on Sunday. It was always better doing it while they watched.

A couple of weeks into the school year, Barbara asked as I pulled down my pants for them, “Do you have to do it?”

“Do I have to do what?”

“Do you have to touch it to make it squirt like that?”

“Of course I do. It doesn’t do it on its own.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean can I do it? Can I rub it the way you do and make it squirt?”

Memories of Abbey and Alice immediately jumped back into my mind. Both girls were every bit as cute as Alice and Barbara was older and somehow more seductive.

“Of course you can,” I said, taking my hand off my penis and thrusting my hips towards her.

She tentatively took my penis in her hand and started stroking it.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked.

“Yes, you can hold it a little firmer and rub it a bit faster.”

With only a little bit of coaching from me, she was masturbating me very effectively. She brought me to the brink and I nodded my head while encouraging her, “Keep pumping, keep pumping. Don’t stop. Keep pumping.”

She squealed with delight at the first discharge but kept rubbing as I urged her. She milked shot after shot out of me until my penis was convulsing with just a few drops being expelled.

I gave out a sigh and told her, “OK you can stop now.”

She looked at her hand and said, “What a mess. It’s so hot!”

“I have some tissues,” Peggy offered. She reached into bag she had on her bike and offered them to her sister.

I stood there recovering. This was another record-breaking milestone: a wet cum caused by a girl. I was dizzy with the exertion and excitement.

“When do I get to do it?” Peggy asked.

I felt too drained to let her touch me and I hated to disappoint her but I promised, “Next Saturday. I have to be fully charged for this. I don’t think 30 minutes is enough. But I should be able to do myself a couple more times today.”

That then became the routine. One of the girls would give me my first cum of the day, and I’d entertain them with a couple more afterwards.

I was in a land of pre-teen boy bliss until a school break. Something about a teacher’s conference. It gave us four days off over a weekend. The girls had a visitor: their Cousin Jenny. Jenny was Barbara’s age and the three girls got along fine.

I was disappointed when I heard she would be arriving. I was looking forward to a daily exhibition with the girls during the break. Jenny’s presence would put a crimp in that plan. Besides, Jenny didn’t have a bike with her so even if the girls wanted to sneak off with me, they’d have to leave her behind.

I was introduced to Jenny the afternoon she arrived and she was even prettier than her cousins. I got hard just looking at her as a girl without consciously thinking of the fantasy of masturbating for her.

I was surprised the following morning to hear the doorbell ring. Mom answered the door and called up. “Tommy, it’s Barbara from across the street and her cousin is with her. The girls say they want to talk with you.”

I went down and joined the girls and we went for a walk so we could speak privately. Other than a couple of “hi’s” from the girls it was a conversation totally lacking in words. The girls wanted to tell me something but I knew it would have to wait.

Finally as we turned the corner, Jenny said, “Barbara’s told me all about you.”

‘What did she say?”

“About that thing you do for them and let them do to you.”

“Oh,” I said blushing.

“I think it’s neat.”

I looked at Barbara. She explained, “I had to tell her. She’s my cousin. We share all our secrets. Besides this means we can do it while she’s here. Don’t you want to do it?”

“Of course I do. It’s just that she doesn’t have a bike and we can’t go to our special place.” To tell the truth, the special place wasn’t so special anymore. In the summer, it was the perfect hiding place. In the fall with the leaves falling off the trees and bushes, it was becoming too exposed.

“We can do it at our house.”

“What?”

“In our basement. We have a bathroom down there. We can go down and play and when mom is out running we can do it in the bathroom.”

“Well, OK.” I agreed. I felt uncomfortable taking the risk, but to get it off, I was willing to take it. As I said, 12-year-old boys don’t think very clearly especially about matters of sex.

We walked back to Barbara’s house. She let us in and asked her mom. “Can Tommy come in and play?”

“Of course he can dear, but I think he’d rather play with boys his own age. You’re girls and you’re younger than him. I don’t think he’d be interested in playing with dolls.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, “Mom! We’re not little girls anymore. We do other things beside playing with dolls. We can play cards or some other games.”

I came to her defense, “It’s OK Mrs. Stevens, the girls are good company. We’re good friends. I like hanging out with them. I sure we can find something that we’d all like to play.”

“Well, OK,” she said and then gave every mother’s admonishment, “Don’t make a mess of the place, I just cleaned down there.”

As soon as we were out of earshot, Barbara suggested, “Let’s play Monopoly.”

“I want to see his penis,” Jenny countered.

“Not just yet. We’ll have our chance.”

“C’mon. Just a peek!” Jenny insisted.

“I’ll take it out of my fly and show her,” I offered.

“OK, but don’t leave it out just yet. Put it back at the first sound of my mom.” I suddenly became aware that Barbara was in charge of this show.

The girls crowded around as I took it out.

Barbara and Peggy took it in stride with just a little bit of a giggle. Cousin Jenny said, “That’s bigger than Jimmy Morrison’s.”

“Who’s Jimmy Morrison,” I asked.

“Oh, just a boy in my class.”

I wondered about the circumstances that would have her looking at her classmate’s penis, but I was glad she was looking at mine.

After about a minute, Barbara said, “That’s enough. I’ll let you know when we can play. Put it back now.”

I felt like a little boy whose mom told him to take his hand out of the cookie jar. “OK, Barbara,” I mumbled meekly.

We spread out the Monopoly board and sat around it and we pretended to play the game. A “ding” went off on the washing machine and Mrs. Stevens came down the steps shortly thereafter.

She was clad in her running shoes, tight-clinging shorts, a sleeveless top and had her hair done back in a jaunty pony tail. I didn’t drop my jaw and drool only because I was paralyzed momentarily.

Moms are not supposed to look that good. Her legs were very shapely; her butt was tight and firm and showed off nicely by her shorts. Although her boobs were on the small side for an adult woman the sports bra she was wearing underneath presented them nicely. The pony tail made her already youthful face look more like a teenager.

My dirty mind immediately rushed to a fantasy where she was the one who taught her daughters how to “do” me. She was an adult woman. Surely she knew how to make boys happy.

She snapped me back to reality when she said, “I’m going to get the laundry out on the line and then go for my jog. I want to get both done before it rains this afternoon. I shouldn’t be gone more than 30 minutes. Will you kids be OK until then?

“Of course, mom.” Barbara offered.

Mrs. Stevens turned to me and said, “I hate to do this to you, Tommy, but since you are the oldest, would you mind being ‘in charge’ to make sure the girls don’t get into trouble.”

Barbara rolled her eyes, but said nothing.

I swallowed hard. The goddess had spoken to me. “Of course, Mrs. Stevens.” was all I could manage to croak.

She smiled at me and I felt my penis twitch, “OK then, for the next half hour, you’re the man of the house.”

I watched as she loaded the laundry into the basket swaying her ass in a most seductive way. The last I saw of her was her sexy legs moving up and down as she ascended the stairs. I knew then that my life was doomed. I would never outgrow my addiction. Girls grow up and then they become women.

As soon as her mom disappeared, Barbara mockingly repeated what her mom said, “you’re the man of the house,” punctuating it with a finger down her throat in an exaggerated gagging gesture. The other two girls giggled at that.

“OK, man of the house, let’s see your manhood.” she mocked, “Show time. Stand up and get undressed.”

“Wait a minute,” Peggy said.

The other two girls looked at her.

“Let’s put on some music and he can dance while he takes off his clothes.”

The music started and I started to dance. So did the girls. They weren’t content to stand back and watch the show, they wanted to be participants in it. Peggy was a good dancer but Barbara and Jenny knew how to move their stomachs and wiggle their hips and rear ends. They might have been only 11 years old, but they were sexy.

I stopped and stared. “It’s called ‘twerking,’” they replied. “All the girls do it. Now get twerking yourself.”

I kicked off my shoes and got my shirt off smoothly enough. Getting the undershirt off wasn’t as graceful, but the girls didn’t mind. I undid my belt and snap on my shorts and the slid down my legs. I managed to step out of them in step with the music.

This left me in my underwear and socks. I gyrated my hips seductively trying to mimic their motions and the girls screeched with laughter.

Finally I pulled my underwear down, exposing myself fully to the girls. Their eyes were focused on my bouncing organ as they continued to dance with me.

We stopped dancing when the music moved onto another song.

“Take off your socks,” Barbara commanded.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I want you completely naked.”

“OK,” I replied. It finally occurred to me that this was the first time I was totally naked in front of the girls. Heretofore, it was either pulling it out of my fly or pulling my pants down to my knees.

The socks, although they covered nothing, were the last vestiges of my clothing. I was very aware that the girls were completely dressed and I stood there totally naked and vulnerable to them.

“I have to go pee,” I announced. Now that it came to it, I really did have to go.

“Can we watch?” Jenny asked.

“Of course,” Barbara said answering for me.

We all crowded into the downstairs bathroom and the girls watched as I urinated. When I was done, Barbara announced, “OK, let’s do it now.

“Can we stay in here?” I asked.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It just feels better. It’s so ‘open’ out there.” It was true. Our secret place among the bushes at the park was sort of like an alcove. The walls, although they offered no protection for my nudity still provided some comfort. Compared to the bathroom, the playroom seemed like a public place.

“OK,” Barbara agreed.

“Who goes first?” Peggy asked. “You went first the last time.”

“I’m the guest here,” Jenny put in.

“We only have one shot at this. Mom’s going to be back soon.” Barbara argued.

“Let’s let Tommy decide,” Peggy said.

Barbara asked me, “Tommy, you get to choose today. Who do you want.”

“You.” I answered to the chagrin of the other girls. Barbara had a better touch than her younger sister and Jenny was a complete unknown. If I were only going to get one shot at the hands of the girls, I wanted the most experienced girl to do it.

Barbara when to work jerking me off as the other two girls gathered around. She took her time bringing me up to a peak. Lately she seemed to delight in teasing me just a bit bringing me to climax slowly. I think she liked the control she had over me when I was in an edged condition. For my part, my ejaculations were much more satisfying when she did it slowly.

Such was the case now. She had me as high as she had ever gotten me when she brought me over the edge and I shot my semen hard and far. She kept pumping me for gush after gush until I had nothing more in me.

“Wow, that was great!” Jenny said. “Can we do it again? This time I want to do it. No offense Peggy, but you and your sister get to do him all the time.”

“We don’t have enough time,” Barbara said opening the door. “I think it’s time to clean up the mess and for Tommy to get dressed.”

At that moment, Peggy shrieked. We all turned to look at what she was screaming at. There stood Mrs. Stevens.

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