When Travis was turning the corner into manhood, just like every other boy, he was obsessed with the wonderful new feeling his penis provided. His Mom didn’t return home from work until around 4:30, so it became his favorite after school activity. After some time of the same old same old, Travis was getting bored, and wanted to expand his masturbatory horizons. He had an idea! Travis went into the kitchen and got himself a plastic sandwich baggie and brought it back into his room. Looking around, he found the lotion and squirted some into the baggie. He laid the open Playboy on the edge of his bed. Another idea struck him and he went to find a lighter from his Mother’s dresser drawer.
He ran back into his room and closed the door, excited and aroused as only a 15 year old with a bag of lotion and a lighter can be. He pulled his shorts and underwear to his ankles and got on his knees in front of his bed. He held the lighter far enough away from the lotion baggie not to burn it, but to warm it sufficiently. Once to his desired temperature, he inserted the warm baggie filled with lotion between the mattress and the boxspring, inserted his penis, and went to town. About 12 pumps into his simulated vagina fantasy, his door swung open, and there was his Mom, home from work early. They had a deer-frozen-in-headlights moment, then she closed the door and exited the room. Travis withdrew his shrunken and disappointed penis and began his full-blown panic attack. They pretended it never happened and never spoke a word of it to each other.