WARNING: THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, AND CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTIONS BETWEEN MINORS. IF YOU OBJECT TO SUCH CONTENT, DO NOT CONTINUE READING.

My name is Henry. I am seventeen, and a junior in high school. I wouldn’t call myself the sexiest thing on the planet, but I do just fine with girls. I have dark hair swept to the left, and hazel eyes that people tell me are beautiful. My penis, because I know you are asking, is about five inches hard; I know its is small for my age.

Evan was a thirteen-year-old boy that lived a couple houses down from me on my street. He had silky brown hair and beautiful brown eyes that could melt away anyone’s heart. His skin was golden from playing in the sun, and his smile brought warmth to those that saw it. Since the day I moved to that neighborhood, I could not take my eyes off him. One day, he appeared at my door asking if he could come inside. He was wearing a Detroit Lions cap, a gray tee-shirt, and a pair of tight-fitting black basketball shorts that showed off his fit body.

“Hi, Henry,” he said. “I got locked out of my house, and I really need to take a shower…”

“Sure, come on in,” I replied. “The bathroom is right upstairs.”

As Evan turned and walked up the stairs, I watched as the tight material of his shorts adjusted to grip his gorgeous, firm ass. Each time he took a step up, the shorts slid up a little on his legs, revealing perfectly tan and hairless thighs. I continued to stare at him as he walked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I’ll bring you some towels,” I called after him, hoping for an opportunity to see him in the shower.

“M’kay”, he said from behind the door. I could hear clothes rustling, and then I saw his gray shirt hit the floor from the crack under the door. Even lifted one foot, and then the other, and his black shorts hit the floor. Next, he pulled off his socks, and I could imagine him just standing there in front of the mirror in his underwear; I assumed he wore boxer-briefs. Sure enough, moments later, a pair of gray boxer-briefs hit the floor on top of the rest of his clothes. I waited for several more minutes before I walked up the stairs to get him some towels.

With my hands full of towels, I reached for the doorknob — he left it unlocked! — and turned. To my surprise and amazement, he was not in the shower, but instead sitting on the edge of the tub naked and stroking his four-inch penis!