Is he? no he couldn't be... Really?

I unleash a groan, my head pounds like the devil himself is using my skull as his personal drum set. My body feels unbearably hot, i begin to wriggle out of my clothes, i shed my shirt, pants and everything else and nudge them onto the floor with my foot. My bare body is revealed to the air, but now i feel cold. I begin to search the floor with my hand, but i can't find my duvet.

Relucatantly i open a single eye, i see the duvet hiding just out of my reach so i shift to grab it and drag it up. With another groan i curl my legs around it and roll over, just before i close my eye i see something.

Terrance is resting on his bed at an angle, still fully clothed and in one hand he props up an Ipad, in the other he holds a little something else which is dangling out of his zipper. That isn't fair, it isn't a little something it's a really quite big something. I can hear the faint moans from him and i watch, entranced by the slow movement of his hand up and down that bold tool, and when his foreskin is pulled down and i see his swollen purple head, i feel a little flutter in my heart.

Immediately i clamp down on the feeling. I've always been a bit, flexible, sure i can notice a handsome boy when i see one but i've never felt like, this. I feel strange, tentive, excited and incredibly interested but underlying over that is an edge of fear. What if he notices me?

Slowly he begins to increase tempo, that monster between his leg swells a bit more, something i would have thought impossible. His breaths increase, they become shallower but quicker, more frequent and exciting.

My mind tells me to throw to the wind any thought of consequences. So slowly, glacially, i slip my hand down and grasp my own tool, finding it hard i begin to move, ever so slowly.

There's a bit of excitement, a bit of fear which only makes the excitement more exciting. My lip trembles, i move ever quicker but remain silent, i take a deep intake of breath and a shot of pure, unadulterated pleasure runs through my body. I feel a warm fluid run over my fingers, leaving a sticky trail behind as it drops onto the bed sheets.

Then thoughtlessly, i release my held breath. Loudly.

His eyes flick up from the screen, his mouth slightly agape. He sees me watching him and we stare at each other for a while.

I feel apprehension, a sense of shame washes over me and i prepare to apologise but i can't find the words to say.

"You" Terrance says "are a naughty boy."

I try to say sorry but stop, confused.

Terrance lifts an eyebrow questioningly before shifting upright.

"How long were you watching me?" he asks, i shrug nervously, unable to answer.

"Well if you wanted to watch you only needed to ask."

He puts the Ipad near his feet, allowing me a fuller view of his member. Then he puts his hand around it and begins to massage it ever so slowly, watching me with a raised eyebrow for a second and shifting his gaze back at the Ipad screen.

"And you can join in if you want" he adds, a slight smile in the corner of his mouth.