…”So it just spurts out?” Rachel asked. [I had deliberately gotten him on the topic of sex and masturbation in a way I am quite proud of. You'd be amazed at how easy it is to stear teenage boys to the topic, especially when your hands keep sliding to the crotch of your jeans or to a bra-strap.]
“Yep. Well, sometimes it dribbles.” I replied.
“Can I…can you show me?” She queried.
My erection was practically ripping through my shorts, I not only wanted to show her, I wanted to soak her in my semen, to push her into a pool of it and roll around with her, let it submerge us both in its sticky ozone scented goodness, okay, so that is kind of weird, but it was my first thought. I smiled. [Eew, more on this later…but…not all that hot.]
“I will. If you promise not to tell anyone and if you do something for me.” I said, not believing the words that came out of my mouth. “Let me touch you while I stroke myself.”
Rae paused for a second before speaking, seeming either deep in thought or lost in space, she always had that bright but ditzy way about her [Fuck you, Andy, who is the fucking college graduate now! Ahem, sorry about that. He dropped out after his first semester…and is probably much happier for it]. “Okay” unbuttoning my shorts and letting them drop the floor before sitting back down on the bed. It was summer, so I had gone commando, Rachel seemed fascinated with my bush of curly black and brown hair that covered my crotch. “Is it always that big?” She asked. I replied that it was hard only when I was really excited. [He was not 'that big', this is actually just something that Kaja said (and she was right) that all boys (and men, etc) liked to be praised for.]…