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Almost Caught

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One weekend my best friend Joe was visiting me. Both of us had been single for awhile, my breakup with my girlfriend happening about a month before, and his divorce from his wife about six months before.
All Friday night we played video games on the couch. Some of the games we played head-to-head, like Dead Or Alive, featured sexy women with big, swaying, pendulous breasts just barely covered by silky bikinis.
After our thumbs got tired from the Xbox, I flipped the channel to some porn on the satellite dish. We watched the fucking and sucking for awhile and got pretty horny. But we were both very tired, and we both passed out.
The next morning I woke up with a raging boner, partly my regular morning wood and partly from last night's pornathon. I could feel my swollen prostate gland straining with all the extra seminal fluid and I knew I had to get relief!
While I was lying in bed, considering what to do, I heard Joe step into the bathroom and turn on the shower. A bold idea came to me, and I jumped out of bed, stripped off my boxers and t-shirt, grabbed my little bottle of Vaseline and a couple of kleenexes and walked stark naked to the bathroom door.
I could hear Joe in the shower, scrubbing away, and the butterflies in my stomach were so intense as I laid down on the carpet in front of the closed door to the bathroom, put my feet up on the doorframe, slid my butt up next to the door, smeared vaseline on my erect cock and started stroking furiously.
My heart was beating so fast as I felt the pleasure spreading and knowing that in the position I was in, I could not escape fast enough to avoid being seen if Joe suddenly opened the door and saw me lying on the floor with my ankles on the side thresholds, slip-sliding my lubed-up blood-engorged cock!!!
The tension was overwhelming as I imagined getting caught, and very quickly I came so intensely, I thought I was going to die. My cum shot up about a foot from my penis, splashing down onto my belly, filling my navel and spilling to the sides, with a drop running down onto the carpet.
I tried to work as fast as I could, wiping up my man-seed, and doing it so quietly that Joe would not hear me from the other side of the door.
I then very carefully got up from the floor, went back to my room, shut the door, finished cleaning myself up and got dressed.
Joe finished his shower, and I think my flushed cheeks had returned to their normal color by that time. He left later that afternoon, and I went to the bathroom to take a shower and clean myself off.
That's when I saw something pearl-colored in the drain of the tub: a cum-load! Joe had obviously taken extra time in the shower doing his own wanking, and not all of the sperm had washed down the drain. No wonder I had sufficient time to get off outside the door!



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