So, a dear friend of mine in high school once boasted that he had masturbated, to completion, fourteen times in a single day.

Never one to be shown up by a peer, I accepted the challenge to best his mark. My endeavor: to ejaculate fifteen times throughout the school day. To sweeten the pot, I threw in that each session would take place in a different part of the building, and that I would also come onto something, rather than catch my seed in a napkin or piece of tissue.

The date was set for the following Tuesday, and my then boyfriend, Harold, was to accompany me – digital camera in tow – to document the validity of each orgasm.

We got to school early, and I worked out the first shot right away in the little breezeway outside of the cafeteria doors, cumming against the brick wall. I had had the presence of mind to keep my hands off my dick over the weekend, so that I’d have a good three days of seed stored up in reserve to help me through the day. Harold flashed away with the camera, and the slimy smear of jism sliding down the brick wall became my first documented jerk-off to completion of the day.

I had it planned out. I had six classes a day, plus lunch. If I hit one as soon as I got to school, one between each class, one during a restroom a break in each class, and then one at lunch, and one final twist off at the end of the day, that would be my fifteen.

So, shortly after the bell rang for first period, I raised my hand and asked if I might be excused. Mr. Arnold complied, and I headed down toward the east end bathroom. I waited a few moments for Harold to meet up. Our schedules didn’t match, so we had to ‘synchronize our swatches’ to make sure we each left class at the same time. Like clockwork, his adorable shaggy head and toothy grin came bounding around the corner. We each slipped into the men’s room, and I whipped my eager, thick prick out of my jeans.

It was nice having Harold along. He kept me well occupied with teasings of his hands, quick flashings of his cock and ass, and occasionally a little tongueplay for good measure. My second load came easily, spurting out onto the toilet seat of one of the bathroom stalls. A couple of quick clicks from Harold’s camera, and we were back to class.

At break, between first and second period, I soiled the janitor’s closet on the math hallway. Another click, and Harold did his duty.

During Chemistry, I excused myself to meet Harold on the west end bathroom near the music room. It was nice to hear the echoing sounds of the choir practicing across the hall as I spent my fourth load of the day. The fifth load came at the following class break, when I hid around the corner from the cafeteria and twisted out a quick one onto one of the many god-awful looking artificial potted plants we had ‘decorating’ the school’s interior.

During third period, I took some time away from Geometry to smear a wad against the vending machine in the teacher’s lounge. That was a fun one. I wished I had planned that locale for earlier in the morning, since my loads were decreasing significantly in volume by this point,