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Masturbation: The Challenge (3/3) 
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Author: BatonMyRouge  Published: 11/8/2006  story views: 3467


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cumshot of the day. The tiny wad of clear, loose jizz hit the metal railings supporting the bleachers and slipped down slowly, giving Harold time to snap the shot.

We were to meet with the guys in the biology lab ten minutes after the final bell, and we managed to get there just on time. The seven or eight peers who had witnessed my agreeing to the challenge the previous week were all huddled around the big black lab desks, eagerly awaiting Harold’s pics. One by one, he showed my classmates the dozen and more shots of my loads smeared all around the school.

It was Tommy Doolan who finally stated the obvious. “That’s only fourteen. You failed, man. The challenge was for fifteen!”

“I know that,” I replied coolly. I walked to the front of the room, turned my back on my peers, and faced the chalkboard in front of me. I unzipped my jeans, tugged free my sore, aching cock, and began to stroke myself to attention. My friends stared on in quiet reverie as they watched me heave, wince, cringe, and will my way to yet another orgasm. I could feel their eyes burning into my back as I forced my body to fight through the pain and twist out just one more load.

It took nearly twenty minutes for me to achieve this end. I had to pause several times to rest and psych myself up for another barrage of jerking. But eventually I felt the burning. I felt the come rise. I felt myself get off. It was barely a puff of an ejaculation, but some come came. And I had completed the challenge. I tucked my poor, poor dick back into my jeans, stepped back from the chalkboard, and displayed proudly the tiny wet spot sliding down into the chalk tray.

There was a moment of lingering silence, several dozens pairs of wide eyes and open mouths staring back at me. And then Harold clapped. A slow clap. That caught on. And gained speed. And intensity. Until I was receiving a full applause.

It was a beautiful day. I had won the challenge. I had gained the respect of my peers. And tomorrow, I wouldn’t be the one wearing my dirty underwear on his head. Tommy would be.
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