"Justin's Jackoff"

When I was in 11th grade there was a boy named Justin who was a
sophomore. I secretly had a crush on him for more than a year, but we
always got along well and both got our share of the girls.

Justin was a big talker, a big bullshitter. He was always bragging about
something new to the girls(and the guys too). It was easy to see through,
but he was just so damn cute you played along with it.

One day Justin was flapping his lips about his new "piercing". I didn't
actually believe he got an earing through his dick, but I played casual.
It was just me and him in study hall the next class.

"Can I see it?" I said.

He broke concentration from the textbook he was reading and looked up at
me. "See what"?

"Your new...addition" I said.

Justin just gave a sarcastic look.

"No way, what's there to see? It's just an earing through the head."

I just left it at that. I was just curious, nothing more.  We both went
back to reading.

Finally, after a few minutes of unsteady eye contact and a little smile, he
stood up. "Come on".

"Where?" I asked.

Justin didn't respond. He just led me into the boy's bathroom. I walked in
and he locked the door behind me. Then he walked over by the toilet.  I
stood in anticipation as he unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his cock.

"See? It's just an earing through the skin. It looks pretty cool, doesnt
it?"

"Yeah", I said.

We went through a little Q. and A. about how much it hurt, how much it
cost, and that. It was the first time I'd ever seen his boyhood and it was
great. I was going to settle just for that. But, my curiosity had put
Justin in a different mood...

As I was about to exit the bathroom and head back into the library, he said
it. "Wait a sec".

I turned around to see him taking off his Chicago Blackhawks jersey and
peeling off his t-shirt. Justin was not super muscular, but his body was
cute.  Sort of chubby but toned. His decently tanned skin enhanced this,
considering it was the middle of December.

I was in awe. I couldn't believe it was happening. The boy I wanted to see
naked most was undressing before me, and without a practical reason to.  He
kicked off his blue Airwalks and one after the other, peeled off his white
tube socks. The bathroom was freezing cold as usual, therefore Justin's
nipples began to perk and his bare feet squirmed on the icy floor.  He
unbuttoned his jeans and finally, without looking me in the eye dropped his
underewear. It was a beautiful sight...but what was next?  It could only
mean one thing.

Justin kneaded his cock until it was thick and upright. He spit on his
little palm and moistened his underside. He worked it gently until the
rhythm set in.

Eyes fluttering from the spontaneous urge to masturbate and of course by
the coldness of the room, he moved around slightly but inconsistently.
Seeing him nude was enough to bring me to precum, watching his dick about
to burst was enough to make my pulse rise and my hands sweat.  With only 15
minutes until the next class, it came. He let out a sigh of pleasure as his
dick spewed beautiful adolescent cream. It hit his chest and stomach, with
a gooey puddle on the palm of his opposite hand.  The golden ring in his
foreskin gleamed. My jaw dropped.

A little sperm somehow landed on his left nipple and I had to lick it off.
I did. He just giggled.

By now my dick was hard enough to break through a cement wall. I knew, from
what I had just witnessed, I would be able to ejaculate within 30
seconds. So I pulled down my jeans and shorts and went to work. While
cleaning himself up, Justin observed.

I was right, the sight of a beautiful teenage boy standing nude and
dripping with his own cum was enough to make me shoot my load in no time.
29.3 seconds later, Justin had one more round of spunk on his body to wash
off.

We cleaned up, laughed, and went back to class.  What a day!

The End