He was really gettingused to the nails and the makeup. Ove the course of the week, he hadrealized that Lexi was right, the more of a big deal he made ...bout itthe more people would pay attention. On top of that, this week's gamewas cooperative so there was no way that Lexi was going to beat him.He was in such a good mood, that he had the game fully set up beforeeveryone had arrived. This should be a fun night. Ghost Stories was anincredibly difficult cooperative game where the players were. Before he could get up to run away, I grabbed him and pulled him back down. I hadn't meant to reject him like that. "Hey... you didn't understand what I meant," I said holding him to my chest as he wiggle to get free. He stopped his wiggling, so I let him loose. He sat up carefully and asked in an uncertain tone, "What did you mean?" "Here, get off me so I can sit up. And get that thing out of your ass before you hurt yourself." He sheepishly complied, then watched as I sat up and scooted over. Again I reached into my sports jacket pocket and this time pulled from it the tiny plastic food storage container. I dropped the condom into it and pressed on the air-tight lid. Good, now my cum was less likely to grow mold and would be fresh for weeks and weeks, and freezer-safe too, at least if the Tupperwear salespeople are to be believed. I was on my feet in a second, grabbed the condom wrapper, pulled my boxers and trousers up, zipped, buttoned, and flushed the toilet just for effect. I. Instead they were watching me as they jacked their own cocks. The one boy – the one who loved to jack it for me – was beside himself. He exclaimed about its thickness, the ridges on the shaft, the veins, how hard it was. It ended with us all, even me, watching that cock as I stroked it and pumped out a huge load of cum onto the floor. I remember walking home after and realizing my cock head was still too swollen for the foreskin to slide back over it, and feeling it rubbing naked against my.