Author: neurofield20001

Jonah and the World Around Him PT.3 [mF, mast, inc]

Jonah let his fork fall to the plate with a distinctive “clink,” and sat back heavily into the booth. “I’m stuffed!”

“Well, you should be! That was enough Pad Thai for three people I think,” his mom chuckled. ‘Or one ravenous teenager,” she thought.

The substantive meal and light conversation had brightened Jonah’s mood considerably. His mom avoided asking him about school, so he didn’t have to get into any of that. And, very thankfully, she didn’t seem to know that she had nearly walked in on him masturbating.

Jonah’s mom regarded him for a moment. Definitely not a little boy anymore. Still too cute to be a man. ‘That painful in-between stage,’ she thought to herself. She sat quietly for a few more moments, dreading the conversation she had been putting off all dinner. ‘Well, it’s now or never,’ she concluded.

“So, Jonah,” she began cautiously. “Do you have any romantic interests? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

He looked down at his empty plate and hesitated for a few moments before responding. “Are you going to do the thing where you try to talk to me about sex and it gets all super awkward and stuff?” Read more »

Jonah and the World Around Him PT.2 [mF, mast, inc]

(NOTE: This is part two of a multi-part story.)
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After a very strange, frequently humiliating day at school, Jonah was beyond relieved when he finally got home, shut his bedroom door and cranked up some music. He didn’t have too many prized possessions, but his stereo was one. Big, floor-standing JBLs powered by a high-quality solid-state Sony ES amp–all acquired second hand with some savvy Craigslist shopping and a couple of summer’s worth of lawn-mowing money. It was loud enough to rattle pictures off the wall if driven hard enough and because his parents were seldomly home, he let it run wide open more often than not.

Jonah’s family was squarely middle-class while most of his peers came from much more wealthy homes. Due to the nature of the recent redistricting, Shermer High School catered primarily to the significantly more affluent neighborhoods in the area. Just a small sliver of Jonah’s street was within the Shermer district. Read more »

Jonah and the World Around Him PT.1 [mF]

(NOTE: This is part one of a multi-part story. It’s much more of a slow-building story line than what I’ve attempted before, so apologies if it doesn’t land right away.)

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Freshman year was not kind to Jonah. Or rather, it didn’t begin that way.

Near the end of summer the school he was due to attend, the school where all his friends would go, was redistricted and Jonah would instead head off to the newly opened Shermer High School. As if the jump from middle school to high school wasn’t frightening enough, he would have to do it without familiar company. To make matters worse, while most of the boys his age were hitting growth spurts left and right, Jonah remained a pale, short, skinny kid with mop of frustratingly straight brown hair and thick glasses. It was a look that would later become very popular, but did almost nothing for him at the time. He was “cute” when he wanted to be “hot”, or at least that’s what he thought girls wanted. Read more »

The Dresser Drawer [mf, inc, oral]

Jeremy was a typical teenage boy with typical teenage problems and concerns. Most notably of these: sex.

Like many boys his age, sex became part of the background radiation of each day–always present, influencing everything to greater or lesser degrees. Lately, that omnipresent force was un-ignorable. The recent discovery of masturbation had set Jeremy’s pubescent brain on fire.

The first time he masturbated to orgasm was during a weekend visit at his father’s house and nearly ended in disaster. The bedroom he slept in there contained, among other things, a dresser that his step-mother used to store her panties and bras. Jeremy stumbled upon this in a bout of boredom one evening, just snooping about. When he opened the drawer containing his step-mom’s panties, his cock went solid in a millisecond though not without some apprehension. These are my step-mom’s panties! I’m not supposed to be looking at these, or even thinking about them! Read more »