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When the orgasmic haze dissipates, you realize that you've been way too loud. Your brother ''must'' have heard you. Shit. You quickly grab your dirty T-shirt and use it to wipe up the torrents of jizz that landed all over your body. You barely have time to grab a clean pair of briefs from your dresser before you hear a knock at the door. | When the orgasmic haze dissipates, you realize that you've been way too loud. Your brother ''must'' have heard you. Shit. You quickly grab your dirty T-shirt and use it to wipe up the torrents of jizz that landed all over your body. You barely have time to grab a clean pair of briefs from your dresser before you hear a knock at the door. | ||
"Dude, are you OK?" It's the voice of your | "Dude, are you OK?" It's the voice of your 11-year-old brother, Cameron. | ||
[[Summer Jobs/Speechless|You panic and don't say anything.]] | [[Summer Jobs/Speechless|You panic and don't say anything.]] | ||
[[Summer Jobs/I'm fine|"I'm fine. Go away."]] | [[Summer Jobs/I'm fine|"I'm fine. Go away."]] | ||
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Latest revision as of 21:28, 27 December 2015
You don't care who hears you as you jerk yourself off to a glorious orgasm. "Oh fuck!" you yell as jets of hot teenage cum erupt from your thick mushroom tip. You thrash around wildly in your bed, screaming in ecstasy. Burst after burst of spunk lands on your hairless, muscular chest. Your cries subside as you milk the last drops of cum from your raw 8-incher.
When the orgasmic haze dissipates, you realize that you've been way too loud. Your brother must have heard you. Shit. You quickly grab your dirty T-shirt and use it to wipe up the torrents of jizz that landed all over your body. You barely have time to grab a clean pair of briefs from your dresser before you hear a knock at the door.
"Dude, are you OK?" It's the voice of your 11-year-old brother, Cameron.