Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2016 00:11:00 -0400
From: Ricardo Jonson <ricardojonson5@gmail.com>
Subject: Oceans: Chapter 1

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        As I stand in the shower, I find myself slowly sliding my slim
fingers over my wet body. The warm water cascades onto me, and I find my
ragin--

"MAC!" my little brother, Mitch screams at the top of his lungs, while he
pounds on the hard wooden door to the bathroom.

        "I need to get in there! You're not the only one starting school
today, asshole!"

"And that affects me, how? If you really wanted to get there on time, you
should've woken up earlier." I say, as I slyly grin to myself. Finally,
finding my way back to my slippery cock. It stands tall, about 5 and a half
inches away from my body, the bulbous red tip flaring from its lack of
attention over the last few days. God, was school shopping a bitch. It was
my first day, of my final year in highschool, and this is how I wanted to
start it off. With my brother banging on the door, I could feel the
vibrations in my soles, while it was a good feeling, I'd much rather jerk
off in peace, so I stick my hand out of the shower and turn the music up,
to block out my brothers tantrum. But, just as I started to milk my cock,
the shower curtain is whisked to the side. In an attempt to cover my dick,
I lose my footing, and find myself falling on to the hard marble tub,
taking the plastic shower curtain down with me.

        Standing over me, Mitch glanced at the tent my cock was making and
said "Take care of that some other time, you horny bastard." He leaned over
and turned off the water, but from the corner of my eye, I could've sworn I
saw him rub his cock through his jeans. But, I couldn't confirm because he
leaned up against the sink to brush his teeth.

        "Can you at least grab my towel from my room?" I asked, looking at
him with pleading eyes.

        "And that affects me, how? If you really wanted to dry off you
should've brought your towel into the shower with you." he said as we made
eye contact in the mirror. And with that, I stood up, using the curtain to
try to cover all my, now soft, bits, and ran through the hall with nothing
but a clear curtain to protect me from my family's eyes.

        It wasn't until I had reached the safety of my room could I drop
the curtain. Behind closed doors, I was free to do what I want, and what I
wanted was to jerk off until I blew my 9 day load. I walked to my bed and
laid on my smooth stomach. After finding my favorite blog on tumblr,
thirstyforsplooge, its pastel pink background, greeted me with
familiarity. The amount of times that I've blown my load to this blog was
unbelievable. As I scrolled down the timeline, I my hands drifted to my
nether regions. Tightly gripping the shaft of my growing hard on, I began
to grind on my soft cotton sheets. The sensation make my cock pulse with
blood. I had started to make a puddle of precum on my bed. I dipped my
fingers in the nectar and slowly sucked on my fingers. It tasted sweet with
a hint of saltiness, just how I liked it. With my tongue glazed with my on
juices, I dropped my phone on the bed, and walked to my full body mirror. I
was confident in my body, 5'9 with a lean build from all of my swimming,
but I had the definition for sure. I slide my fingers down my 4 pack,
feeling every dip and curve on me. I closed my eyes, picturing someone,
anyone, rubbing my hard nipples. The feeling sent shocks through my body,
each pinch making my dick jump and my asshole clench. I had never been
fucked, but I dreamed of my asshole being filled with a delicious cock. My
now wet fingers found my lightly dusted asshole and pressed into it. With a
satisfying pop my finger was in. It still felt weird, having my finger in
my ass. It felt neither good or bad, just there. I glanced, over at the
clock and noticed that I had been to leisurely, and had run out of time.

        "Who needs breakfast anyway?" I whispered to myself, continuing on
no matter the time.

        "I need this more than anything." I said trying to convince myself
that I deserved to release my aching balls.

         Three soft knocks riddled my door.

        "You need to hurry up honey, being late is no way to start the
school year!" My mother said behind my closed door.

        With an annoyed sigh, I realized that I won't be getting to bust my
nut, at least not right now. I slid my fingers out of my boy hole and
thought, "Maybe later."

        "I'll be right down, Ma." I stepped over to my drawer and dug
through trying to find, a pair of clean (did I tell you I was messy)
underwear. Although it took a bit, I found a pair of black CK briefs and
slid them over my still hard cock. I threw on a long sleeve pink shirt, a
pair of Levi's 511 white ripped shorts, long pink socks and my white
Vans. A pair of shades and I was ready to go.

        Five minutes later I was eating toast with Nutella, an apple, and
some Frosted Flakes. I looked at my watch, only to find that I was late.
Taking my last bite, I kissed my mother goodbye, grabbed my bag, was out
the door and on my bike pedaling down the street.

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