Laboot, having had all his energy drained trying to stay awake at school, plopped

his backpack on the ground. Everyday seemed to be long nowadays. He was always

relieved to be home, in his own room, alone. His eyes glazed over as he looked

toward his jeans. He had been waiting all day for this. He could feel his

heartbeat getting faster as he slowly caressed his chest with his right hand.

It had a path to follow. His hand slowly slithered down his smooth belly.

He jolted quickly and stopped momentarily. He continued to move his hand down to

the crook of his jeans. He began to squeeze softly. His whole body relaxed and his

beautiful face  adapted a deep crimson hue. He unbuttoned his jeans and started to

massage his chest with his left hand. As he unzipped his jeans, his left hand found

its way under his shirt and bumped into his stiff nipple. He slid off his jeans.

As they around his left leg, he sat in his computer chair, red, warm, shuddering,

and ready for the task he was about to undergo. He glanced his naval on his way down

to his briefs. His left hand was now grasping at his young, boyish chest. He began to

breathe hard. He pulled his smooth penis from his briefs and smiled at it. He knew that

it had been lonely all day long. It wanted attention. How could he refuse it?

Pre-cum had already formed on the tip from all of the previous dealing he had gone

through. Laboot gently spread the pre-cum around the tip of his penis until his fingers

were saturated with it. His left hand came down and scooped some up as well, then

continued to rub his nipples, with a new found lubricant. Laboot suddenly lurched

forward and gave off a little moan. He could feel his eyelids getting heavy, his feet

going numb. He cupped his right hand around his warm penis and began to slowly shift

it up and down. He was biting his lip from the unbridled ecstasy he was in. His tongue

did a once over of his top teeth and then hung limp, as a tiny pool of drool began to

form in his mouth. His hands had both increased their pace. His toes were spasmodic now

from the stimulation he was experiencing. He let the drool fall from his mouth and land

on his now bare chest, it only helped to lubricate his hand some more. Seeing this, he

leaned forward a also let it drop onto his now glistening member. It was smooth, slippery

and well lubricated enough to where it began to make a squishing noise every time his hand

moved across it. He was moaning full force now. He couldn't control it. He didn't care who

would hear. He thought of all those people he had seen and thought were cute. Whether or

not they were real, whether or not they knew him, and whether or not they were

gay didn't matter to him now. His eyes closed when he saw them. Their cute butts, bare

chests, beautiful eyes, smooth dicks, voluptuous legs, succulent hips. He began to moan

loader and loader. He started moaning names. A sudden pressure began to push on his penis.

He knew what it was. His feet buckled as he gave one last moan of pleasure. His thick

white seed sprayed onto his crotch and chest as his hands slowed down. His breathing began

to slow and become less audible as he used his palm to scoop some of his cum off of his

chest. He licked it off his hand and let it hang on his tongue for a few seconds before

swallowing it. He knew how delicious it was and wasn't going to let any go to waste.

After all, its not often you have a chance to taste a 17 year old's cum, he thought to

himself as he finished it all off.



The next day at school, as he began to fall asleep, the boy sitting next to him kicked

his leg to wake him up. He asked Laboot what that off-white stain his backpack was.

Laboot's face went deep crimson several hours earlier than usual on that day.