release

When I got back to my room I resigned myself that Gemma was right, once again I would have to sort myself out again. It didn't take long, all the excitement, all the teasing, I felt for sure tonight was the night that I would no longer be the 'virgin boy'. God, I hated Gemma right now, but not really, how could I, she had given my the greatest feelings of pleasure I had ever felt. Argh! that bitch, she had me on a string and she knew it. Suddenly my balls tightened, there would be no stopping it this time, no flatmate pretending that some bullshit about 'shitting were you eat' to stop me. Images of the night rushed through my head, her striptease, the slow reveal of her perfect pussy lips, Her nipple with my pre-cum dripping off, the warmth on my tip as I was almost inside her, the touch of her hand as she measured me and the grip of her feet as she jerked me. Then I was left with just the image of her face with that smirk... The dam broke, load after load shot from my tip as I cried out loud:

Me: 'FUCK YOU GEMMA!'

For how long the build-up of my explosion had been across the evening my orgasm was over comparatively quickly. It took me longer to regain my senses as I endured the biggest euphoric cum down of my life. I surveyed the mess I had made, and it really was a mess. I had coated my lightly toned chest so much it had its own sheen now, I could feel a little bit of cum on my cheek as well. even my clothes beside me on my bed had been hit. It was only then I realised I still had Gemma's panties from earlier, despite my now deflating penis the sight of them managed to get one last little shot out of it before the tiredness and **** finally took me and I passed out.