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Chapter 1
Randolph Mercer stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in a blue t-shirt and black polka-dotted boxers. He had been jerking off frantically in bed and getting heart-poundingly close to orgasm when his mother's strident voice could be heard from downstairs summoning him to the breakfast table. He had been hoping against hope that he could manage an ejaculation before the call came, but that was not to be.
I should have started earlier, he had thought -- looking regretfully at his small hard cock. Randolph's big regret was the size of his circumsized penis: exceptionally tiny when soft, and not that much bigger when fully erect. He was most certainly not a grower. Barely an inch or two were added to the length when fully erect -- but the girth gained significantly. At least he had no problem in achieving a boner ... even if it was probably the smallest one in the entire history of the world.
Regretfully his hand had slowed on his throbbing shaft, contenting himself with a final little twist to his wet, swollen glans. The call to breakfast had been so intrusive that it had not taken long for his cock to dwindle to its usual insignificant flaccid state... Hastily pulling on the boxers and t-shirt that had been discarded while masturbating, he had headed for the stairs.
Hearing him come in, Mrs Mercer turned away from the toaster and looked her only child up and down critically. "Are you not even dressed yet?" she asked disapprovingly. "How do you expect to get to work on time? You have to get up earlier, that's all there is to it. I suppose you were up practically all night again staring at that computer screen?"
Randolph did not respond to this. In fact, he was so used to her repeating the same words every weekday morning, that he barely listened as she continued with more of the same. He sat down at the table, crossing his rather pale bare feet. Waiting for her to stop complaining, he was daydreaming about the totally hot naked guys he had been ogling on the net the night before. One hunk in particular had demanded his rapt attention: gloriously naked and sporting a huge erection with a dick head shining with sleek precum. Just the way he preferred his men -- hair as black as midnight with glossy pubic hair to match; a cocky smile showing dazzingly white teeth; and a sculptured body to make you week-kneed. This amazing guy had been good for a slow wank that had resulted in Randolph cumming so hard that his spurts narrowly missed the PC screen.
Randolph suddenly became aware of his penis strecthing ever so slightly in his boxers. He could feel his cock hardening at an alarming rate.Desperately he began to think of non-sexual matters to nip his insistent hard-on in the bud. Inadvertently he hit on the one image that was guaranteed to bring the stirring below to an abrupt halt: his supervisor's mulish face registering utter disapproval of Randolph's latest breach of office rules. As he was giving vent to a sigh of relief, his mother placed a a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him."Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. And take your lunchbox before you leave the house. You have a long day ahead of you, so be sure to eat every crumb in there. Besides your sandwiches, I've packed a small tub of vanilla yoghurt and a lovely big apple."
Barely acknowledging his mother, Randolph concentrated on shoveling down one mehanical mouthful after the other. He was trying to calculate whether there'd be enough time to finish the jack-off session that was so rudely interrupted fifteen minutes ago. The prospect of starting the work day without an orgasm under his belt, was Randolph's idea of hell on earth. Pushing his empty plate impatiently aside and mumbling a halfhearted "thank you" in the direction of his mother's back, he hastily retreated before she could start on another endless string of complaints. By now the idea of of a quick wank had settled comfortably in his mind. There would be plenty of time for beating his meat if he did it while in the shower. He did not normally indulge his habit while standing under the soothing needles of warm water, but today necessity was forcing him to alter his tried and trusted method of either wanking to gay pornography in front of his computer or otherwise jacking-off while stretched out writhing nakedly on his bed. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he was practically running...
Two minutes later he was crouched tensely under the sprays of water, massaging the head of his cock rhythmically with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. He closed his mind to everything around him, focussing soley on the delicious waves of pure pleasure surging up his spine and down to his toes. When his load finally spattered onto the glass of the shower door, he could not help uttering a deep groan while his knees buckled with the force of his orgasm. Now my day can begin, he thought contentedly as he started to soap his scrawny chest with the prominent nipples vigorously...
(To be continued)
Randolph Mercer stumbled into the kitchen dressed only in a blue t-shirt and black polka-dotted boxers. He had been jerking off frantically in bed and getting heart-poundingly close to orgasm when his mother's strident voice could be heard from downstairs summoning him to the breakfast table. He had been hoping against hope that he could manage an ejaculation before the call came, but that was not to be.
I should have started earlier, he had thought -- looking regretfully at his small hard cock. Randolph's big regret was the size of his circumsized penis: exceptionally tiny when soft, and not that much bigger when fully erect. He was most certainly not a grower. Barely an inch or two were added to the length when fully erect -- but the girth gained significantly. At least he had no problem in achieving a boner ... even if it was probably the smallest one in the entire history of the world.
Regretfully his hand had slowed on his throbbing shaft, contenting himself with a final little twist to his wet, swollen glans. The call to breakfast had been so intrusive that it had not taken long for his cock to dwindle to its usual insignificant flaccid state... Hastily pulling on the boxers and t-shirt that had been discarded while masturbating, he had headed for the stairs.
Hearing him come in, Mrs Mercer turned away from the toaster and looked her only child up and down critically. "Are you not even dressed yet?" she asked disapprovingly. "How do you expect to get to work on time? You have to get up earlier, that's all there is to it. I suppose you were up practically all night again staring at that computer screen?"
Randolph did not respond to this. In fact, he was so used to her repeating the same words every weekday morning, that he barely listened as she continued with more of the same. He sat down at the table, crossing his rather pale bare feet. Waiting for her to stop complaining, he was daydreaming about the totally hot naked guys he had been ogling on the net the night before. One hunk in particular had demanded his rapt attention: gloriously naked and sporting a huge erection with a dick head shining with sleek precum. Just the way he preferred his men -- hair as black as midnight with glossy pubic hair to match; a cocky smile showing dazzingly white teeth; and a sculptured body to make you week-kneed. This amazing guy had been good for a slow wank that had resulted in Randolph cumming so hard that his spurts narrowly missed the PC screen.
Randolph suddenly became aware of his penis strecthing ever so slightly in his boxers. He could feel his cock hardening at an alarming rate.Desperately he began to think of non-sexual matters to nip his insistent hard-on in the bud. Inadvertently he hit on the one image that was guaranteed to bring the stirring below to an abrupt halt: his supervisor's mulish face registering utter disapproval of Randolph's latest breach of office rules. As he was giving vent to a sigh of relief, his mother placed a a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him."Now hurry up and finish your breakfast. And take your lunchbox before you leave the house. You have a long day ahead of you, so be sure to eat every crumb in there. Besides your sandwiches, I've packed a small tub of vanilla yoghurt and a lovely big apple."
Barely acknowledging his mother, Randolph concentrated on shoveling down one mehanical mouthful after the other. He was trying to calculate whether there'd be enough time to finish the jack-off session that was so rudely interrupted fifteen minutes ago. The prospect of starting the work day without an orgasm under his belt, was Randolph's idea of hell on earth. Pushing his empty plate impatiently aside and mumbling a halfhearted "thank you" in the direction of his mother's back, he hastily retreated before she could start on another endless string of complaints. By now the idea of of a quick wank had settled comfortably in his mind. There would be plenty of time for beating his meat if he did it while in the shower. He did not normally indulge his habit while standing under the soothing needles of warm water, but today necessity was forcing him to alter his tried and trusted method of either wanking to gay pornography in front of his computer or otherwise jacking-off while stretched out writhing nakedly on his bed. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he was practically running...
Two minutes later he was crouched tensely under the sprays of water, massaging the head of his cock rhythmically with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. He closed his mind to everything around him, focussing soley on the delicious waves of pure pleasure surging up his spine and down to his toes. When his load finally spattered onto the glass of the shower door, he could not help uttering a deep groan while his knees buckled with the force of his orgasm. Now my day can begin, he thought contentedly as he started to soap his scrawny chest with the prominent nipples vigorously...
(To be continued)