You'd rather just stay in bed all day today, but that would just get you yelled at by your parents once they both get home. You toss the covers off yo...urself and whip your legs over the edge of you bed. Exhaling in a loud groan, you stretch once more, before pushing yourself to your feet.As you walk over to the bathroom, you brush your hands through your blonde hair, which reaches to a few inches below your shoulders. You stare into the mirror and see yourself staring back. Your hair is messy. If this was Oscar, he was screwed. The footsteps began to fade as whoever it was carried on past their room, unaware of the heart palpitations they had caused. Harry wasn't out of the woods yet though. He blindly clutched a handful of tissues and rose to his feet, still violently wanking, and directed the tip of his cock into them. Sweat trickled down his flushed face as his body went rigid from head to toe. With almighty force, Harry's hips spasmed and he ejaculated, spurting forth lashings. ” “No,” he laughed, squeezing her closer. “Why the abstinence? It’s not like you’d have any difficulty seducing a guy.” She wrinkled her nose in a moue of distaste. “I suppose. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been out with anyone, or haven’t been hit on. But after Asshat the Cheater, I was just so sick of the fucking games. I mean, really, if he’d said 'Look, we live in different cities and go to different schools—what do you say we see other people?'4, I’d have respected that. I don’t know if. A. it will be that being of(what is it the tenth, or fifthteenth, or twentieth anniversary of september 11th, the downing of the twin towers within the city of the big apple, new-york, new-york?) something like the twentieth anniversary of september 11 if i myself am not mistaken, & you know like say, or how you say when foreign terrorists had decided that they themselves had wanted to come off like some, or such rather really pissed off gay like, homoish, or faggotty cock-suckers who had.