Cummin' In The USA (with Apologies To S. Miller)

When I was 15, my Grade 10 Latin teacher organized a weekend field trip to something called the “Latin Olympics,” which was being held at a high school in a suburb of Seattle (damned if I can remember the name of the place). Our bus left our Vancouver suburb on the Friday morning and stopped at another school about an hour away to pick up more language nerds before we crossed into Washington state. On the bus, I kind of befriended a guy from the other school (Richard) and we got along quite well.

When we got to the host school, we were introduced to our billets and then taken to a so-called “party” that had been set up for the participants. I’ve probably never been so bored in my life. One exciting thing I noticed was Richard making out with an American girl before a chaperone came over and put an end to any possibility of future international relations. Richard pointed out to me a girl who was hanging out with the one he’d been with. “That girl’s name is Teresa,” he said, “and her friend said she thinks you’re cute. You should try and get something going with her.” Teresa and I made lingering eye contact with each other before the Canadian kids were rounded up and taken to their billets for the night.

Saturday morning we were all taken back to the host school where we were forced to endure a bunch of skits, a conjugation contest, and a mini-track meet. This was even more boring than the party the night before. Luckily for me, Teresa kind of pigeonholed me and manoeuvred me behind the stands surrounding the school track. We stood awkwardly together and my cock went hard as a rock as I scoped her pretty face and luscious-looking ass. Looking at my tented jeans, she said, “You must be glad to see me.” I was completely flustered and couldn’t come out with anything resembling a suave witticism. Teresa kind of rolled her eyes and told me “not to go all shy” on her. Pointing at my erection, she said, “Let’s do something about that,” and guided me further underneath the stands.

I thought she was going to get me off, but I thought wrong. “Pull out your cock and jerk off for me. I want to see a guy ejaculate,” Teresa stonily said to me. I was kind of scared of getting caught, but a 15-year-old cock cannot be denied. I made sure we were shielded from view from the field, unbuckled my jeans, and lowered them to my knees. I asked her to show me something and she quickly lifted her top, revealing some sweet little hard-nippled titties in a see-through bra. She covered her boobs and I gripped my cock and started to rapidly jack my meat in front of Teresa’s wide-eyed face. I raised a good flow of precum and the sensations of pleasure in my now-slickened cock overwhelmed me as I cupped and squeezed my balls with my free hand. I felt the familiar throbbing in my perineum and blew my load for Teresa.

I hadn’t cum for nearly 48 hours and my load was messy and powerful. I blasted rope after rope of cum all over the underside of the stands, managing not to moan as the orgasm coursed through my cock and balls. “Nice one,” giggled Teresa. She gave me a tissue from her purse, I cleaned my cock and hand, and we rejoined the other nerds.