Just in the nick of time

"Fifteen seconds!" announces Ms. Tittle from behind her clipboard. All conversation among the students in the gym class had stopped, they all breathlessly watched the scene unfolding before them.

Goddammit, I thought to myself between the two girl's rhythmic manipulation of my genitals. This was embarrassing on on multiple levels, both the outlandish sexual humiliation I was engaged in, and the more commonplace humiliation of not being able to do one measly chin-up. I decided that for once in my life, I had to get up there. If not now, then when? I put everything out of my head, the girls, my nudity, my impending ejaculation, everything.

"Ten seconds!"

It was just me and the bar. I pulled and pulled, while Tori and Kay did something similar. As strange as it sounds, I suddenly found myself in a place of zen-like relaxation. From the darkness, somewhere amidst the sea of female students that was outside my field of concentration, words of encouragement began ringing out.

"Come on John! Come on Tori, Kay!"
"You're almost there!"
"Pull! Pull! Pull!"

The girls had broken their lesbian kiss and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"Five seconds!"

Tapping some reservoir of strength and determination I didn't know I had, I pulled one last time at the bar.

"Four!"

To my surprise, it began coming closer.

"Three!"

My chin, somehow, was level with the bar.

"Two!"

My bar, somehow, was level with the short-statured Tori's chin.

"One!"

And like that, my cock erupted hot semen, an incredible amount, directly onto the underclassmen Tori Little's face. The captive audience erupted into cheers.

"And zero! Good job, John!" Ms. Tittle congratulated me, impressed. I released my grip from the bar and dropped back to the hardwood floor.

Tori smiled at me, her whole face contorting with cheer, my semen glistening in the bright gymnasium lights on her white teeth and silver braces.