"I need to masturbate"

What is a fixed idea really? For some, it's a reason to live, for others, a curse. For K-T, it's something that lies halfway between the two. Since he had to face the shortage of clothes imposed by her mother, which often led to his exposing of intimate areas despite initially not wanting to, as it was an intimate act not meant for public interest and judgment, he has set her mind on self-satisfaction. At the moment, it is only standing among columns of boxes and others on the ground, open and overflowing with school books or dusty materials. He has the time to devote himself to his penis, which for quite a while has remained upright on his body with the glans exposed and eager for some manual assistance. Same goes for the stirrup, and even the swinging testicles and even the exposed backside from the t-shirt.

-I have to do something. I believe it really takes very little to make it spray, maybe even without using your hands like those cocky ones on bicycles say. I saw a tutorial on this.

He remember that video with muscular naked guys who, after moving their hips back and forth, ejaculated while keeping their arms raised. One after another in sequence. Some shooting more, some less, but still, everyone has gone from having it tough to freeing their balls without literally getting their hands dirty, or would it be better to say humid. Here, he could do it too now. Those moves were like one of those video game combos. He lifts his shirt, tying it above his belly button, and starts shaking first to the right and then to the left. The penis follows the wave of the hips but there are no changes. He knows he could stimulate himself from behind by inserting something into his butt, but apart from dusty and unused pens and pencils, there's nothing that convinces him. So he starts dancing the “ejaculation dance” again, and if someone were to see him, they would find it ridiculous. In the heat of the moment, he steps back just enough to trip over the edge of a cardboard box. Tumbles with legs in the air, landing on the butt. The jolt doesn't yield any penalties, but the impact has revealed something that now occupies his gaze, something he didn't expect to find in one of those boxes. He smiles.