Jog back home.

You step outside the McDonalds and start your journey back home at a fairly brisk pace. The excitement of having a date at long last lends you extra energy and you complete the jog home in what must surely be a record time. When you return, the door to your house is unlocked so you let yourself in and help yourself to a glass of orange juice to quench your thirst from your physical exertion this morning.

You glance at the clock to notice that it is getting on towards eight, giving you about an hour before you have to start class. You are sweating heavily from the jog and it has started to collect into tiny droplets of moisture on your forehead that work there way into your eyes and sting you with all the salt. You are in serious need of a shower to get rid of the musky male aroma you are putting out from the run and your morning stroke. It suddenly crosses your mind that perhaps the pheromones your body produced while pleasuring yourself could have aided you in someway to get your date with Erin this evening. Your mind wonders on the possible outcomes of your date as you head for a shower.

You are disappointed to hear the sounds of the shower running from outside the bathroom door when you approach. Brittney must be running late this morning for her to be still in the shower this late. You return to your room to wait for her to get out and switch the porno back on. You drop your pants and begin with a gentle tug of your shaft as you watch a three-way scene where an Asian beauty with a strap-on takes in turns to seriously pound the pussies of a pair of blonde twins. You imagine yourself in the place of the Asian and that it's you fucking Erin from behind with her bend over the front counter of McDonalds. You feel yourself reaching the edge with your hot seed ready to explode at any moment so you roll over from the box of tissues you keep beside your bed for just these instances. As you do you notice that it has already turned eight thirty.

"Shit," you mutter to yourself. There's not enough time to make yourself come properly so you turn the tape off, dress again and go back to the bathroom. Strangely the water is still running so you knock softly on the door and call out to Brittney. You wait a moment before knocking again a little more forcibly this time. Still no answer. It's getting closer for the start of school and you are seriously in need of a shower.