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He was up late again. A week ago this time he'd be fast asleep, his alarm set for the early morning to get ready for school, but summer vacation had just started and little Tommy Ainge planned to take full advantage of it.

It was already past one in the morning, and yet the heat of the summer night still lingered in his bedroom. Too hot for all the trappings of bedtime, he had crawled out of his pajamas, and slung his sheets off the bed. All that remained were his white cotton briefs - and even they were hanging around his knees instead of where they're supposed to be. With the people he called his mom and dad fast asleep in the room on the other end of the hallway, it was safe for Tommy to turn once again to his favorite activity. He'd discovered the enjoyable feelings that resulted from touching the parts he was always told not to touch just a month before, and his body was all too willing to reward him for his enthusiasm with a series of intense jolts from his balls and his dick when he stroked them for long enough.

Tommy's self-stimulation, much like that of other boys his age, was more hesitant and curious than lustful. His right hand slowly tugged and pulled at the loose skin that surrounded the shaft, as his breaths came ragged and deep. It was strange to him how one small part of his anatomy could make his entire body tingle. Every so often, he would shudder with pleasure, and his grip would readjust, higher up the length, until his hand was wrapped around the head of his cock. The friction of his fingers against the corona sent an especially nice sensation through him, and his stroking began to pick up speed and vigor.

Already, Tommy knew that he was different from the other boys. His adoptive parents had already told him about his biological parents, both killed in a car accident when he was just a child. But that wasn't all - the past month, especially during his late-night activities, he began to feel strangely nervous around his classmates, especially the boys in his PE class, and especially during the times they changed in and out of their gym clothes. He dared not mention to his classmates how nice he thought they looked changing in the locker room, but he knew that he'd probably been caught staring at his classmates a few times. He wasn't ogling their crotches or anything; he just lingered on the subtle musculature of some of the more athletically-built kids for maybe a half-second longer than others might consider appropriate. When discussions at lunchtime turned to who liked what girl in class, Tommy would usually throw a token name into the mix, just to keep people from getting too suspicious. Truth is, if he was stuck in an elevator with one or two of the other boys, he'd be hard pressed to keep his hands to himself.

As Tommy's ministrations continued, his mind's eye fixated on one of the more captivating specimens he had in class: young Justin Grey, someone that Tommy had the luxury of sharing more than one class with during 6th grade. The two boys seemed to be a perfect match, if two boys could be a match for each other: both a wiry 4-foot-10, both with crystal blue eyes, but with Justin's sandy blond hair contrasting Tommy's midnight black. Sadly, Justin had already announced plans to spend the first month of vacation visiting family in Florida, which relegated the pairing to a mere fantasy in his mind - at least for the time being.

Just the image of Justin floating through Tommy's imagination caused his penis to twitch impatiently. He thought of all the things his classmate would probably be doing this summer - practicing tricks shirtless on his skateboard, or maybe going to the beach, relaxing on the sand in just a pair of swimming trunks, or maybe even lying in bed, doing what he was doing right now...

There! He felt it coming, that amazing rush of sensation that he'd only felt for the first time just a few weeks ago. Somewhere beneath the root of his cock, he could feel all of the dominos begin to fall. His breathing became rapid, his heart thumping loudly in his chest, as his free hand experimentally cupped his tightening scrotum.

Other sensations began to come over Tommy's body. His skin felt tingly and warm. That same tingle seemed to come over the tips of his ears, his teeth, his fingers and toes, and it was especially strong just above his buttcrack. Maybe they would've worried him if he wasn't on the upward swing of his climax, but in his current state they only amplified the pleasure. Oh, oh, it's almost here, just another moment of tension, another stroke of his glans, another second of Justin's mischievous smile -

Tommy gasped as his orgasm ripped through him. His cock pulsed hard, sending him into quick, rhythmic convulsions. His hands and feet strained as his muscles spasmed, his entire body glowing with pleasure. The fantasies vanished, as if sucked away by a vortex. When his adolescent climax was over, he could feel a droplet of wetness on his fingers, which he pulled off his shrinking dick to investigate.

What he didn't expect to see as he brought his hand into view was a generous dusting of hair on the back. Tommy blinked twice, wondering if the darkness of the room was playing tricks on him. But as he ran one hand against the other, it certainly felt hairier than he'd remembered. Confused, he walked up to his bedroom light and flipped it on.

Tommy's body did not look the same anymore. As he looked over the rest of his body, he discovered a similar effect on the tops of his feet, and even his boyishly smooth chest, which now boasted a small amount of soft, downy hair where none had been just moments before.

Now Tommy was frightened. He'd heard the myths about what happens if you play with yourself too much, but those couldn't be real, could they? Could just three jerk-off sessions really be enough to do that kind of stuff to someone?

Concerned as he was, he could feel the urge to sleep wash over him now that he'd finished having his fun. As he sat back down on his bed, a flash of pain flared up from his tailbone. It took everything in Tommy's reserve not to scream. As he stood back up, he felt behind him, just above the crack, to try and soothe the pain. He quickly found out that the changes were not just limited to his newfound body hair. There was now a protrusion - a very small one, it couldn't have been more than an inch or two - sticking out over his butt. He explored it for a few seconds, rubbing it between his fingers to get a sense of just how bony it was.

Tommy shook his head in confusion. What the hell is happening to me?

Whatever it was, it would have to wait until morning to investigate further. Quickly slipping his undies back on and putting the covers back on the bed, Tommy settled in for some rest, making sure to avoid agitating the nub on his back anymore. As his eyes closed and he drifted off, he half-heartedly resolved to stop touching himself if it would stop whatever happened to him that night from happening again.

Of course, Tommy knew that there was no way he'd ever be able to keep that promise.