The Rub/Prologue

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The Rub

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Prologue

“You’re at the age, Tracy,” She was a neighbour girl and my daughter’s eleven year old friend, “When the feelings get so strong sometimes, you can’t ignore them,” I explained, “Your mum did the same thing when she was your age and it’s not nasty in any way. She’s not ready for you to grow up and her insecurities are evident when she scolds you.”

“There’s no way mum did it. But Rich, I do it all of the time... and… and I think of things… really naughty things, and it makes it feel better.”

“We all think of things. They’re called fantasies. I know you may find it hard to believe, but I masturbate, that’s what it’s called, you know. I frigged a lot when I was your age. It’s normal and it’s natural and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. My friends and me did it while we watched each other to see who could squirt first. We also looked at picture magazines and told nasty stories and talked about the things we wanted to do while we played with ourselves. In fact, I still masturbate a lot.”

She bit her lip, gave me sly little smile like it was something she wanted to hear. Then she grinned and avoided my eyes when she asked, “What do you think about when you do it?”

“When I was young I thought about naked girls, but recently I only think about this sexy girl I know.”

“Is she naked when you think about her?”

“Of course she is and I’m naked too.”

She squirmed when I told her that and pushed her hand against her gusset and asked, “When you’re naked, are you… are you like... doing things with her?”

“Yes, and some very naughty things at that.”

In a much lower, husky voice she asked, “Are they like... sex things?”

“It’s very personal, but yes, we are doing sex things together.”

Unconsciously, she squeezed her fingers into her split and asked, “Do you get tingly when you think of those things?”

When she realized where her hand was she quickly pulled it away but it didn’t escape my notice. My eyes were fixed on the wet spot which had doubled in size and was rapidly growing.

“Well, yes, you could say I get tingly, but you know boys are a bit different. You know about erections and when boys get hard it feels sort of tingly.”

Even though I tried to hide it, the tent in the covers was still noticeable and I saw her eyes focus on it and she whispered, “Are you thinking about sexy things now?”

“Yeah, just thinking or even talking about it will make me go hard.”

“When you think about sexy things, you want to play with it don’t you? You know, frig yourself.”

I wasn’t sure how much more strain my boxers could handle… before my cock ripped the front of them out. This time I couldn’t control my hand and took a hard grip on myself.

End Prologue

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