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The other eighth-grader finished shortly thereafter with similarly unspectacular results. Bobby held the end of his cock between thumb and forefinger and masturbated in short tugs. “I’m goin’ to shoot,” he gasped. He stretched his dick out as far as possible and grunted loudly as a little sprit of cum trickled out the slit.

Huh, watch this, thought Eric in disdain as he felt his cock swell. The head turned from red to near purple and visibly grew larger. The slit blossomed and a stream of cum blasted into a nearby metal locker, making a hollow thrumming sound. Eric recognized that he had just ejaculated twenty times more cum than the other boys had produced in total, and that was just his first stream. Eric hosed down the locker until the cum was streaming down the metal door and pooling on the tile floor.

“Oh wow, dude,” said Bobby. His dick had shrunk back as if to take refuge inside his pants. “You can play on our team any time.”

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A week passed and Eric returned to the school infirmary so that Ms. Miller could check on his scar. “Hi, Eric,” said Sara as he approached her desk. “How’s that scar of yours?” She was looking bright and perky in a light blue lab coat.