A Act Pays Off

John couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

He'd just been so incredibly horny lately. He seemed to wake up with throbbing morning wood every single day, but he never quite had long enough to cum before his step-mother called him down for breakfast. Later, when he finally found a time he could excuse himself to the bathroom without missing too much of class, the late bell would always cut him off. By the time he got to bed in the evening, the sheer exhaustion of maintaining a 24/7 erection meant he couldn't even stay awake long enough to jerk off.

This hellish loop of teasing and denial only got worse over time, as he got so used to the feeling of his own hand that the borderline mythical orgasm seemed to be getting farther and farther away. So, he branched out. He tried humping pillows, but the pillowcases just rubbed him raw. He tried spitting in his hand, but it just felt sticky and somehow drier. He was running out of options.

So, in a fit of lustful desperation, John gave in to that voice in the back of his head and did the ridiculous thing every teenage boy has fantasized about doing. After his morning shower, he rooted through the dirty laundry for his prize, stuffing it guiltily into his back pocket to squirrel it away in his bedroom. Then, as soon as he got home from school, he rushed into bed, unzipped his pants, and wrapped those bright pink silk panties around his aching shaft.

The effect was almost medicinal. The cool, smooth fabric was exactly what his cock had been longing for. His balls were clenching, begging to cum as soon as possible, but he couldn't help slowing down and savoring the heavenly sensation for a little bit longer...

"John? Your door's op-- Are those my panties???"