Dotting the “I” in bi

So during dinner that matter was settled once and for all. I emptied my plate, excused myself and went up to my room. I hung my “I’m Studying” sign outside the door and locked it. I undressed and lay on my bed. I masturbated slowly, going over every detail again of that afternoon, and this time I did have that exquisite gusher that had eluded me up to now. I could feel my balls retract into my belly seconds before I would cum, like the tendon of a bow pulled back until maximum tension, and with a sigh that I’m sure they must have heard downstairs, all that tension was released. In three or four throbbing spasms by balls emptied into the air, my ejaculation drawing a wide arc, thick globs of milky sperm covering my belly and chest. I kept stroking my relieved cock long after the last drop had smeared my hand, until I went limp. I sagged in my mattress and took a moment to catch my breath.

I looked at the mess I had made, but instead of going for my box of tissues (for my running nose, mom) I started scooping it all up with my hands and licked it off my fingers. I savered it as intensely as I could, enjoying the salty taste, and remembering how Dave’s cum had filled my mouth. I kept going until all that was left was a sticky film covering my skin, my mouth tingling, my head spinning. Because I had been thinking about Dave shooting his load in my mouth while I ate my own, my cock had gotten rock hard once more. I tried for a few minutes to jerk off again, but I fell asleep, naked on top of my bed, my cock in my hand…