.. uhh- sorry." he studdered. " the door was open a crack and I- umm-..."he tried to explain. I told him it was ok and to just forget this ever happen...ed and he agreed. I got fully dressed and went downstairs. We were both in our pjs. Mine was a set of a black spaghetti strap tank top and regular sweat pants with skulls on them. My brothers were a white undershirt and his boxers. I sat down next to him and as soon as I did I could see a huge bulge out of his boxers spring up. He tried to hide it. My tongue lapped at his puckered rosebud. My lips sucked on it. I pressed my face deeper between his parted cheeks, and blew hot breath onto his rosebud. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, and tasted the mixture of sweat and muskiness. I knew that I would do this again, as I wondered what it would be like squeaky clean. With one last slow flick of my tongue across the puckered surface, I began my journey back. My mouth found his re-energized cock and swallowed it. And then ‘Pop’. I. It should have been dry after what I’d done over the previous 24 hours but I watched in horror as a long rope of white snot shot from the end of my cock towards Amber and glued itself to the curtain.“Jason?” I almost squeaked a reply as she whispered my name uncertainly. Part of me wanted her to look; wanted her to catch me masturbating over her. That was the white-hot lust-driven part of me. But how would she react to my being in a girl’s changing room with a spunk-covered curtain?Amber looked. Needless to repeat I had never lost a fight. When they saw me, they froze. The roses fell from my hand and my expression grew dark. Maria, my girlfriend at the time, looked scared. Gerard grinned like a monkey. “Graves? Ha! This is too perfect, the day after you leave we finally get to show off our relationship and you show up out of the blue!” I should note that I had been absent from school packing the last of the house into boxes. Gerard and Maria hadn’t seen me all day, though I told Maria.