Don't do it

Perverted as Ethan is, he’s not going to do it…

…Yes, he’s not.

Careful not to make any noise, Ethan slips away, and when is thinks he's out of ear shot starts running as fast for his house as his boner lets him, pan in hand.

Panting, the run further than he thought, Ethan reaches his door, struggling to get his keys out while handling the pan. He’s not even sure why he locked the damn thing. Do people even lock their doors in Green Valley? Ethan doesn't have time to really think about it, as the door pops open. Scrambling inside, Ethan barely has the door closed before he tosses the pan and unzips his pants, quickly whipping out the source of his agony.

Grasping himself, Ethan quivers at his own touch. His manhood is red and engorged, throbbing and due to burst. A few pumps of his wrist and Ethan’s quivers turn to shakes, his cock alive with sensation as he strokes his neglected prick. Bracing himself against the wall, Ethan keeps working a little harder, careful not to pound his meat too hard.

Memories of Layla swirl in his mind. Her fat tits. The sound of her breathing. The unseen hand that wandered down low…

Groaning, Ethan nearly doubles over. Despite only touching himself for a scant few seconds, he already feels himself come undone. And flat-out cum.

Thick ropes of sticky white jizz erupt from his swollen cockhead, spraying on the wall and floor. Eyes fluttering, Ethan keeps stroking, milking himself and riding his euphoric high, barely noticing. Knees wavering, Ethan drops, but keeps pounding himself, hanging onto the vision of Layla’s exposed chest.

And then, the high is gone. Gasping, swallowing hard, Ethan’s senses return. “Fuck…”

He came so much, the most cum he’s ever seen. And it’s everywhere. A sense of shame washes over him. He just jerked off and came all over his grandparents' entryway after peeping on his widowed neighbor. This might be a new low…

Ethan pulls himself and his pants up, then gets to cleaning up his sticky mess.

When the job is done Ethan it’s time for bed, hoping sleep will let him forget this whole thing.

The internet guy is likely coming tomorrow, and despite the cleaning he just did, there was more to be done.

Hulling himself upstairs, he heads towards the master without hesitation this time, removing most of his clothes before plopping into bed.