Growing boy- 2

By the end of the movie Eric had a throbbing erection and an urgent desire to empty his pulsing balls. On a whim he decided to do it in his bedroom rather than on his usual perch in the bathroom. He loaded up on tissue paper and after pulling down his pants, he took a seat on his bed. He threw his pillows one on top of the other and propped his upper body against the pillows and headboard with his legs stretched out on the mattress.

He pushed at his rigid erection until it was upright and pointed at the ceiling, then he crossed his legs, trapping his balls under his legs and pulling at the skin of his dick. That way, his cock stood erect and tall all by itself. The head twitched back and forth in time with his pulse. Eric flexed the muscles in his groin and a bubble of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. He took some tissue and wiped it away. Sometimes, masturbating with smooth, dry skin against smooth, dry skin was just as good as getting everything slick and oily.

Eric steadied his cock with his left hand and began to jerk off with his right. His hand only traveled a few inches, covering and uncovering the sensitive skin just under the bloated head. Eric closed his eyes and dreamt of the girls in the movie. The bitchy girl had had the hottest body. Her breasts had practically overwhelmed the cups of her bikini, with tit flesh bulging around all sides of the cups, plus she had nipples that looked as if they were going to punch through the flimsy material of her swim suit.