I could feel my little erection throbbing against the sheets, the cool linen feeling nice against my hard, warm skin. Filled with childish excitement, I cautiously lifted the sheet and blanket from my body and looked down at it.

It looked as small as ever, though I was now getting used to seeing it stiff and throbbing. The little purple head was alrea- dy shining with pressure, looking big for the skinny, white shaft of my boyhood. My smooth belly ran all the way to the base in soft, hairless perfection and, just beneath my penis, I could see my hairless testicles pulled into a small ball in my pink scro- tum. It looked adorable, even to me.

Smiling, and trying not to wake Eric, I carefully moved the blankets down and lay them on my thighs, baring almost all of my skinny, pink body. I lay there for several minutes looking at my erection, feeling entranced by its hairless beauty and its rhyth- mic throbbing. My small hands lay nervously down on my little chest as I thought about rubbing on my boyhood. Eric had mastur- bated his and it looked like fun. All I had ever done is let him or Erin play with mine. I was curious, and skeptical, that I could make it have an orgasm all by myself, but I did want to try it just to find out. It would really be neat if I could rub on it and make it feel that good all by myself. Then I could do it all the time.

Still, I felt embarrassed and nervous, as much about waking Eric and having him see what I was doing to myself as I was about doing it. Puberty was beginning to enter me, however, and my innocent embarrassment was little match for the desires of my erection.

Glancing nervously across at Eric's slender, bare shoulders, I slowly moved my hand down between my legs. The skin felt so soft in its hairless innocence as my fingers reached for my erection. I looked intently for any sign of hair as I felt around it, but there wasn't the slightest bit. I was as smooth and hairless as a little child, even when I slid my fingers down around my little testicles. I felt a shudder of pleasure sweep through my belly as I touched my boner and I panted softly with a boyish smile, excited at the thought of doing it to myself. I could feel the little thing pulsing with my heartbeat, a strange, enchanting motion that hypnotized me, locked my eyes onto the hairless wonder of my prepubescent body.

It was much too small to fit in my fist as Eric had held his but it felt nice when I held it between my thumb and forefinger like Eric did when he masturbated me. Repressing a giggle of delight and a moan of pleasure, I gently squeezed the skinny thing, feeling it pulsing between my fingers now, and slowly pulled down on the soft skin covering it. There was very little of this skin to rub on, but I could see the little knob of my penis grow brighter as what there was pulled away from it, the hard head shining a bright purple as if begging me to do it some more. My free hand slipped up my skinny chest and took hold of my neck as if to strangle me; a strange thing for it to do but one that made the pleasure feel even better.

The door to the room opened and Master Thorne strolled in. I was so shocked and embarrassed that I just lay there holding my stiff penis for a second, just long enough for him to see what I was doing to it. By the time my reflexes kicked in and franti- cally pulled the covers back up, it was too late.....(cont)