Opening the door to his bedroom, he put his backpack on the floor, next to his desk and lazily flopped onto his bed. Just as he did, the phone rang. Brandon sighed and got up again, picking up the phone on his desk. "Hello?" he said into the receiver, slightly agitated. "Oh, hey mom, what's up?" he asked his mother, less annoyed now that he knew who it was. "Umm ya sure. Dad got called in, so Ill make dinner here. No problem. Okay, you guys have fun." He paused for a moment letting his mother talk. "Love you too mom. Bye." He hung up the phone and again flopped onto his bed. Brandon lay there for a few minutes before forcing himself to get up and turn on his computer. As he waited for it to boot up he took out the textbooks and binders from his backpack, putting them on the desk in a pile. Smiling at the picture of three underwear models in white briefs he had as a background for his computer he connected to the Internet and ran downstairs to grab a glass of water.

When he returned to his room there were several instant messenger windows open on his screen. He sat in his computer chair and put the glass down on a textbook. He replied to all of them, telling them he was going for a quick nap and would be back later. He signed off of messenger and opened Kazaa, double clicked on his playlist , turned off the monitor and lay back down on his bed. As he lay there on his back, he slowly began to rub his chest, and as he did, he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Not too long after closing his eyes to rest, Brandon slowly and cautiously opened his eyes. He felt as though he had been asleep for days, but when he turned to face his clock, he noticed it had only been about 45 minutes. He groaned and rolled onto his back again. He lay there for a few minutes staring up at his ceiling, then forced himself up to look out the window. Still no cars, which meant his mother and sister werent home yet. Still gazing out the window he began to rub his chest, sighing he closed the drapes again and flicked on his lava lamp. Returning to the foot of his bed he took off the navy blue school sweater he had been wearing all day and undid his belt, putting both of them on the back of his chair. Sitting on his bed he stared at the black monitor and unzipped his school pants. Getting up again to put them with the sweater. As he stood looking at himself in the mirror, wearing a wife beater and black boxers he smiled. "Damn." He said aloud. "I'm hot." He finished, laughing at his own statement. He continued rubbing his chest and abdominals, occasionally lifting his undershirt while doing it. Returning to the foot of his bed once more he sat down and took off his undershirt. Lying on his back he began to massage his groin. Gently rubbing the muscle hidden beneath his boxers, massaging his balls with his left hand. Then, momentarily stopping everything, he arched his slender body and pulled his tight fitting boxers off and kicked them to the side of the room. Now, with only his black socks on that he wore to school, Brandon lay in his bed fully erect and eager to cum.

Closing his eyes once more, knowing that this time he would not fall asleep, he licked his lips and began to stroke his fully erect member. Slowly moving up and down the shaft of his cock, as his breath became more fluid and rhythmic. With his baby blue eyes closed to the world, Brandon began to create a world of his own in his minds eye.