Growing boy- 2

Eric could feel the growing sexual tension pulse in his cock. It was time to turn to the really good stuff. He flipped to the bra section of the catalog. He couldn’t understand why women needed fifty different styles of bras in just as many colors, but he was glad they did.

He especially liked the bras that shaped and enhanced. Those bras lifted and pushed at the breasts of the lithe young models who were probably the least likely females to need such things. But all that tit flesh bulging above the soft, satiny cups was just so exciting. He closed his eyes and imagined Ms. Miller in her bra. He’d seen her pussy and fucked her until she was nearly unconscious, but he’d never seen her bra. He could just imagine the feel of those lacy cups in his fingers as he pounded away.

Abruptly, his eyes snapped open. He was about to cum. Eric snatched up the hand towels and clamped them over the growing head of his cock. The feel of the rough cloth was a delicious agony. He yanked his hand up down faster and faster. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lower lip. His back arched and then he was cumming, soaking the towels full of hot boy-cream.