John, weary heads home

John couldn't remember how the night ended, after he spent his thick load, he only remembered blackness. The sheer **** of his orgasm was like none he had ever felt before.

He travelled home and went straight to his room where he stripped down and flopped into bed, drifting into the deepest and more relaxing sleep of his lifetime.

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The next morning, John awoke with the expected rock hard member of a virile 18 year old. His cock craved more pussy, but he knew he would have to wait for the right moment.

While thinking about his teacher, and the hot sexy girls at school, his hand dropped under the covers where it grabbed the base of his engorged prick. He had to be carefull, as he did not want to wake his parents and siblings. His hand grasped his rod and pumping with a twisting motion of his hand.

In mid stroke, the door to his bedroom opened, and a voice said "Good morning, sleepyhead!".

John opened his eyes groggily to see who it was.